Hey they're everyone. Yes I know that I haven't posted a chapter for this fic in a long time so my deepest apologise to all those out there who have waited patiently and stuck by me. All my time has been taken up by a new Ai no Kusabi story I am currently working on and all the demands I am getting to post more chapters is keeping me busy. But I am going to make it up to you by giving you an extra long chapter.

So enjoy.

Chapter 9- Its the new math, learn it.

Rain pelted down heavily on the nocturnal slums of downtown Hong Kong. Prostitutes, hustlers and drunks hung loosely in dirty doorways and rat infested ally ways, trying to at least stay dry from the relenting rain that poured down constantly overhead. Smoke and the promise of promiscuous sex drifted out from the dark brothels and seedy taverns that lined the sidewalk. The air, heavy and seductive, threatened to suck anyone daring enough to step into its web of dark mystery. Alcohol infested drunkards stumbled and staggered to their own beat, steeped in so much booze, that they failed to realize the sheets of water dropping down on them from the sky.

'Where the fuck did he go.'?

'I don't know. But once I get my hands on that little fucker I'll be sure to show him what happens when he double crosses us. Check that ally.'

The pouring rain blocked out the sound of the heavy running as a dark silhouette dashed out of a shadowed ally and down a deserted street. The shadow's breath came out in puffs of frosted air and his legs pumped beneath him, burning from the strain of his frantic running. Short, black hair clung to the teenager's wet face and forehead, the water dripping from his dark ringlets to fall into his fearful chocolate coloured eyes. Focused on the sole purpose of escape, the young man failed to notice the sleek sidewalk ahead of him as his booted foot slipped and he fell forward. He lay there for a moment before he lifted his head.

'Shit.' The figure cursed and pulled himself to his hands and knees. He had scrapped his palms on the asphalt when he fell. The rain causing the scratched skin to sting. 'So much for making a quick getaway.'

'Hey have you found him.'

'No but I think I saw someone go down that way.' A deep, gruff voice shouted from behind him. The dark-haired boy turned his head and spotted a speck of light from a flashlight. A moment of fear gripped him before he shook his head and frantically got to his feet before dashing forward. He ran around a sharp corner and hid in a dark rotten ally way. He pressed his soaking back to the crumbling brick wall just as two muscled goons raced passed him. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths and the boy placed a hand on his chest to try and calm his adrenaline pumped heart. He slumped against the cold brick wall behind him and tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he walked to the start of the ally and looked discreetly around the corner. The two meatheads could be seen up ahead, and then were out of sight as they disappeared around a corner.

He stayed motionless, listening for any approaching footsteps but only the pattering of the rain above could be heard. It was then the young Chinese boy breathed a sigh of relief.

'That was close.'

The glare from the neon lights overhead was the only source of light as the boy opened his shoulder satchel and reached inside. He unzipped a secret compartment on the side of the carry on and pulled out a small piece of pink plastic and held it to the light.

'Oh, baby. How beautiful you look.' The small silver computer disc hidden inside the plastic covering sparkled and shone in the superficial lighting. The figure brought it down and stared at it in anticipation before holding it securely to his chest. He then reached inside his bag again and pulled a singular plane ticket. He read the fine bold typing on the square thin cardboard and breathed another sigh when a garbage can, just a meter away, was suddenly knocked over by a passing drunk. The startled young man looked suspiciously at the straggly homeless man and hurriedly placed the items safely back in its confinement. He zipped up his bag and held it to his side.

'Well, no time to beat around the bush.' The man said with and with a huff of condensation and ran out into the wet, raining night towards the bright lights of Hong Kong's international Airport.

…

While a few miles away in the upper class area of Hong Kong, Jin sat in his expansive full-grain black leather chair. He sat facing the large floor to ceiling window of the high-rise conference room of the Peninsula hotel. His head sat neatly on his arm, resting on the chair as his maroon hued eyes shimmered like rubies in the majestic lights of the city. His platted moonbeam hair hung over his shoulder like a pale snake. His expression was one of neutral nonchalance, his face cool and collected, despite his failed attempts to blandly ignore the constant squabble of the men behind him. To sum it all up- He was bored shitless. He heard a complaint sigh beside him and resisted the urge to meet the equally bored eyes of his assistant, Ayase.

'I guess we all know why we are here.' Jin said, his Cantonese fluent and sensual. The men behind him murmured. The large round table situated the five heads of the Hasaragi organization; a.k.a, the Hong Kong Mafia. Also sitting, quite and unspoken, around the white oak table were the mafias` female escorts. The exotically, painted females petted and caressed their clients. Perfectly manicured hands ran over clothed arms and down thighs, promising them a good time.

'The Wang group. They are a specialised organization group situated in Shanghai.'

'Organization.' A man with greying hair spat, startling the young girl he had on his lap. A red hickey blossoming on her neck where the man's lips had been 'There nothing but a bunch of street punks who think they can play ball with the big boys.'

'Jing, these 'punks' are picking off our assets one by one. They have come to process information about our…dealings. Our supply warehouse was attacked just last week.'

Jing Mao's eyes narrowed at the man opposite him and threw the prostitute off him. 'The Wang group are just trying to intimate us. They are nothing but talk. They may be strong but they are not formidable.'

'Says you.' the man, Ju-Long Li, counteracted.

'What is to be done about this.'? A shallow voice said to his left. If Jin remembered correctly his name was Fai Chao.

'We could always move the shipment to another location.'

Jin's patience snapped. He rolled his eyes and swung around in his chair to face the table of men and women.

'And pray tell, Liang how that could possibly help us. Are we such cowards that we would run with our tails between our legs. '

Ji Liang blanched but it was his neighbour beside him who answered. A small, thin man with sleek back hair and hollow eyes who went by the name of Dong Hsieh. 'Our rivals in Shanghai are on the move. They have already taken out the Ma and Wu heads in Nanjing and Wuhan. Its only a matter of time before they come for us.'

Ayase snorted. 'They are afraid.'

Jin switched to Japanese. 'So it would seem. A bunch of cowardly dogs.'

'You mock us with your inferior language, Mikihara.' Fai Chao said stiffly. His eyes narrowed.

'And you mock us with your incompetence.' Ayase reacted with just as much venom and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. Jin had to lean forward and clasp both hands in front of his mouth to hide the smirk.

'Your subordinate speaks he should not.' Dong Hsieh said mockingly. 'One of his low breeding should only be seen, not heard. For you are on Chinese soil. Your influence does not reach here.' Murmurs of approval and supported drifted around the room but was stilled when Jin's fist landed on the table with a loud bang and his cold voice cut through the air like soft butter. Even the servants standing along the wall flinched under the straining tension.

'You are starting to bore me with your constant dribble, Gentlemen. Your threats mean nil to me Hsieh, and all of you are liability and if I can be so blunt as to say that given the circumstances of your crimes; I could kill you all right now and nobody would think twice to look for your rotting corpses.'

'How dare you!'

Jin pulled back from the table and stood up, his bright marron eyes sliding from one man to the other. Deadly and calculating. The lights from the city radiated behind him and seemed to ignite his hair in a halo of light. His face was sharp and dignified with strong cheekbones and a regal nose and mouth. His sophisticated Italian style, charcoal grey Baroni suit sat snugly on his broad shoulders, as did the black Austin Reed dress shirt he wore underneath, his two top buttons undone to show smooth skin. Not one man in the room could deny that this man was sinfully beautiful.

Even the women went unaffected. They stared in awe as their moths salivated in undisguised ecstasy like bitches on heat. What would it be like to have this beautiful, sculpted man between their legs? Pumping in and out of them like a bloodlust demon. He was powerful. Charismatic. This was a man who knew how to dominate and manipulate the darkness of the underworld. Knew how to rule with an iron-glad fist. Someone you do not want as your enemy.

'Your whores can leave us.' Jin's voice was cold and ruthless. When the women hesitated Jin snapped 'I. Said. Leave. Us.' The attendants quietly lining the wall stepped forward to escort the women out of the room. The only ones that remained were mafia's henchmen and Jin's silent bodyguard, who stood quietly in the corner, not having moved or talked for the last two hours.

Ren was his silent sentinel. Willing to kill anyone, without so much as a second thought, who would dare threaten to harm him. Ignoring his watchful guardian, Jin started to walk around the table. He clasped his hands behind his back.

'You are loosing your territory, gentlemen. It was you, I believe, who asked the Kyoushu for help. My assassins have much more important tasks ahead then babysitting the mafia.'

'Your assassins are nothing but tools running around going the governments dirty work.' Ju-Long Li said rather calmly. Jin did not rise to the bait, even though he would love to drive a bullet between the man's eyes.

'We do what the Government can not. The Kyoushu is wiling to get its hands dirty if it means getting rid of the scum that plagues are world. I will not dignify our motives to the likes of the mafia.'

'You drive out patience, Mikihara.'

'And you,' Jin said before he stopped and reached into his jacket, pulling out his gun. And without so much as a blink, shot Jing Mao in the head. 'Are dead.' Blood splattered the wall as Jing Mao fell sidewards out of his chair to the floor. The remaining four gasped and horror filled eyes turned to Jin, who remained emotionless.

'Your mad!'

'Mad, Hardly. I merely am an opportunist.' Jin slid his gun back in its holster and walked back to his chair. He sat down with a graceful elegance, his face a mask of calmness even though he had just shot a man in cold blood. He snapped his fingers and Ayase stepped forward and placed a black leather briefcase on the wooden table. He opened it and stepped back. The men leaned forward an each of their eyes lit up. Jin's smile turned predatory. Inside was five million Yuan in neatly stacked bills.

Jin leaned back in his seat and folded his hands in front of him. 'Now, I think it's high time we got down to business.'

….

Over the Sea of Japan, in the comfortable environment of the busy streets of Tokyo, Shuichi walked with sure, deliberate steps. Even though it was nightfall, the footpaths and streets were bustling with men and women returning from work, hurrying to get home to their children, school kids wandering around the local shops and markets, hoping to spend all their allowance or young party goers hopping from one bar to another. Once twilight had descended, the atmosphere changed to one of excitement and pleasure. No one could ignore the call of the city. It was mysterious. Curious. Puzzling. And Shuichi was no fledgling when it came to the workings of the city.

He sure steps turned to one of quite ambush. His prey was walking ahead of him, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows behind him. Shuichi was a predator. Calculating. Silent. Stalking his kill with the grace and ease of a lion in the wild. The man in front of him suddenly stopped and turned his head and looked over the crowd. Shuichi continued to stay hidden in the shadows as the man scanned around him. Having seen no one, the man continued on until he turned a corner and was out of sight.

The tall, lanky man Shuichi followed unmercifully was the high executive of a small, high profitable company that dealt with the distribution of medicine to the large pharmaceutical companies. They worked behind the scenes but it was a cover up of something more sinister. The executive was clean cut and looked to be your run of the mill businessman, but Shuichi knew better. He didn't just know deceit; he could smell it and it clung to this sickening parasite like a second skin. This was a man who would sell high price medicine to drug dealers and other corrupt organization, for a profit and watch as people shoot up themselves, hoping for a quick fix, when only they are killing themselves with a contaminated drug.

Shuichi snarled and continued forward. His black hair flapping in the breeze.

His target walked down a more quite part of town. There were a lot of abandoned lots and buildings. Only a few had lights on. Shuichi stood in the shadows of a tall red-bricked structure and his violet eyes narrowed dangerously, gleaming with readiness to kill. The man ran up the stairs of a dove grey building, one of the only ones with power, and went inside.

Shuichi reached up and tapped the communicating piece hidden inside his ear. 'He has entered the establishment. He will be within location in less then three minutes.'

'Its about time, pinkness. I was getting bored siting up here play with my dick.' Yami said crudely and his dark chuckled floated across the two-way. Shuichi glanced at the building right across the street were he knew the blonde was waiting.

'Didn't anyone tell you that patience is a virtue. Something you lack, obviously.'

'Oh how you wound me. I have plenty of patience. Why don't you come to me sometime and I will show you.'

Shuichi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 'What do you see.'?

'The target has just entered the room. Top floor, room three. Four men in total. Each carrying briefcases. They appear to be arguing.'

'I'm going in. Once I have the target subdued take him out.'

'Understood.'

Shuichi cut of communication and stepped out of the shadows. He could feel the eyes of his partner on him but choose to ignore it as he crossed the road and walked up the stairs with deadly grace. He entered the establishment and scouted the place. He stood in what looked a lobby of a small motel. Its carpets that were once rich red were now dull and faded. As were the blue couches which supported rips and holes as well as stains and burn marks. The walls were a dirty yellow and the wallpaper was peeling and cracked.

Moving forward, he crossed the run down lobby to the small service booth, where a young greasy man sat with his back to him watching sport on a small portable television. His feet popped up on a small set of drawers. The dungy man didn't seem to notice he was there so Shuichi reached up and tapped on the glass. The miscreant didn't even turn around.

'What.' A Harsh crackle came from the man.

'I was wondering if you saw a man come through here a moment ago. Dark hair. Wearing a business suit. Also carrying a briefcase.' Shuichi said calmly.

'No one has come though here. Now fuck off. I'm busy.' The man said rudely and waved his hand.

Shuichi smiled cunningly. 'I don't think you quite understand the situation,' Shuichi pulled out his UZI, that was hidden in his jacket. ' I am looking for this man and it is important that I find him. If you don't comply I unfortunately have to put a bullet through your head.'

That got the man's attention. He dragged his feet off the draw and turned around. 'Listen fucker I-,' The man's abrasive retort died on his tongue as he looked at the boy in front of him, gun raised and a look of murder in his purple eyes. A moment of fear gripped him and he reach for the shot gun hidden underneath the counter.

'Don't even think about it, worm. This UZI has enough power behind it to blow your head clean off.'

The man retracted his hand and held both up in the air. 'I don't know anything, I swear. I was just told to keep my mouth shut and tell no one that he was here.' The man trembled with fear and panic. Shuichi could practically smell the dread pouring off the man.

'What room.'?

'Fourth floor. Room C.'

Shuichi's smile was chilly and cold 'Thanks for your cooperation. Now get out of here.' Shuichi motioned to the door with a nod. The man didn't need to be told twice. He rounded the counter and ran out the doors, not daring to look back. When the man was gone, Shuichi stepped up to the desk and reach underneath the glass window to grab the man's ID card. He glanced at it once before pocketing it.

He ignored the elevator and took the emergency stairs. He ran up them. Flight by flight.

'Its not like you to let a witness go so easily. The poor man looked like he was about to piss himself.' Yami's dark voice said in his ear.

Shuichi continued running. 'No need for unnecessary slaughter. It would be a black stain on the Kyoushu. Besides I know his face and name. If he talks, I will know it.'

A chuckle. 'Your not turning soft on me, are you Shuichi.'

'Shut up and do your job.'

Shuichi came to the forth floor emergency exit. He quietly opened it and came to stand in a small hallway. It was just as run down as the lobby and smell like sweat and misery. With one foot in front of the other Shuichi walked down the hallway, his gun loaded in front of him. Doors were situated on either side of the corridor. He glanced at each door, looing for any signs of fowl play. Finding nothing he continued forward until his target stood in front of him. 4C.

Shuichi didn't hesitate. He lifted his leg and kicked the door open. The four men inside jumped up in fright then turned to anger as the beautiful boy strolled in. He did a quick survey of the room and found large stacks of money on the cheap wooden table as well as piles of manila folders.

'Who the fuck are you.' One of the four said in outrage.

'I am no one but your judge, your jury and-,' Shuichi paused and raised his gun. 'Your executioner.' Gunshots rang out around the room. Yami watched through his lens of his sniper rifle from his high perch and whistled.

'That's my boy. You certainly know how to turn a guy on.'

The shots ceased and the lanky executive lowered his arms from where he held them over his face and looked around him, stunned. His partners were all lying on the floor, each supporting a bullet to the head. Their sightless eyes staring up at him in horror. Their last thought to go through their minds, other then that bullet, was just how the hell this punk got the best of them. He swung around to face the dark-haired boy with unusual violet eyes.

'Are…Are you going to kill me.' He stammered under the young man's intense gaze, his gun still raised.

'Kill you,' He said sweetly. His tone was like sharp ice. 'No. I'm not going kill you. But you are to be condemned for you crimes against humanity. There is no forgiveness where your going.'

'Please have mercy.' The executive pleaded, backing away from this dangerous boy, towards the window, who hadn't moved a muscle since pulling the trigger. 'I can explain.'

'Sorry, no time.'

Was the last thing the man heard as the bullet penetrated the man's skull from behind him. His eyes glazed over as he fell to the dirty floor like a rage doll and lay there lifeless. Shuichi replaced his gun back in his jacket and approached the dead heap, taking out his cell and dialling.

'Yes.' Mitsudo's voice said on the other line.

'It is done. Send a clean up crew here.'

'They will be there within the hour.'

'Affirmative. I will secure the perimeter and burn all evidence of their transaction.'

'Copy that.'

Shuichi closed his phone and held it in his gloved hand. He walked over to the small wooden table and placed his phone on it. He gathered all the folders and money from the table walked over to the dingy bathroom. He turned on the light and went to the petty sink and dumped the contents in his arms into it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile filled with blue liquid. With sure hands he carefully opened the vile and poured the liquid onto the paper. He lit a match and watched it burn brightly for a moment before tossing it into the sink. Everything burst up in tiny flames in an instant. Papers crinkled and fell to ash, as did the money and photos.

Shuichi watched for a moment longer, before turning around and walking out, leaving the mess to burn away.

A few hours later Shuichi flew through the dark streets towards his current destination. He didn't not think or feel but just let the wind take him through the night. He landed on a corner street and glanced up at the white building in front of him. Without hesitation, he took a running jump and leaped onto the bottom balcony before moving upward. He landed gracefully on the top balcony and walked over to the second window and crouched down. He looked inside.

Yuki sat inside, hunched over as he typed\ away on his laptop. His handsome face glowed in the artificial light of his screen fingers gliding over the keys with fluent grace that had to be admired. His hair was a messy mass of blonde around his face and neck, still damp, indicating he had just had a shower. Shuichi's head cocked to the side and tapped on the glass.

Yuki jumped and looked over at the window and was stunned to find the brat there, crouched down, wearing all black and looking sexy as hell. His violet eyes held his and he got up to unlock the window. He opened it and stared at Shuichi for a moment.

'What the hell are you doing out here. We have a front door.'

Shuichi didn't reply but leaned forward and caught Yuki's lips in an unexpected kiss. Shuichi's lips glided over Yuki's in a way that the blonde had never felt before from his pink-haired lover. It was dark and seductive. A tortuous fire that seemed to scorch, yet caress Yuki's unprepared lips. A sensation he felt flood his entire body and escape through his toes. Shuichi's gloved reached up to caress Yuki's cheek as their tongues duelled for supremacy.

In the end Shuichi broke contact and Yuki stepped back to allow Shuichi to enter. He closed the window and turned around to find Yuki staring at him.

'What.'?

'What. That's all you have to say. What the hell was that? How the hell did you get up there anyway? We are four floors up.'

'That is unimportant. Right now I am tired and I need a shower. I have to get up early tomorrow.' Shuichi walked past him and touched his chest before walking out, leaving a confused and a very aroused Yuki in his wake.

…..

Tokyo airport bustled with life as planes took off and came in, bringing in more people. Some tourists, others native, returning home from what ever trip that had just come from. Man, woman and children ran through the large building, trying to find their gate or waiting for returning family or friends. Airport employees worked behind high desk or cash registers.

On one of the private runways of the airport, a small white jet was making its descend onto the landing pad. Its large white wings were spread out, gliding the body of the jet through the air and its black wheels appeared for landing. On the ground, an expensive black SUV sat parked on the side and two darkly dressed man-wearing sunglasses stood next to it. Mitsudo and jack watched as the jet landed a few kilometres in front of them. Their hair whipped around their heads from the wind created by the planes propellers. The plane's engines were cut off and the operating lineperson fitted a flight of detachable stairs to the plane's door. It slowly opened and after a moment, Ren's dark head and Ayase's glasses-trimmed face appeared, as did four other black suited bodyguards. Then Jin stepped out into the light. They descend the stairs.

Jin's platinum hair was unbounded and swept down his back. He looked amazing cool in a navy blue button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and white Calvin Klein dress pants. It was a very positive clash with Ren's all black attire.

When they touched the ground, Mitsudo and Jack walked forward to greet their teammate and superior.

'Sir. Ren. I trust you had a pleasant flight.'

Jin sighed and chared a hand through his loose platinum hair. 'As one could try. I hate air travel.'

'We have a car waiting for you Sir to take you back to headquarters.' Mitsudo said and gestured to the sleek black vehicle. Jin nodded and looked to his guards. 'That will be all.'

His guards nodded and departed. Jin then turned to Ayase. 'Ayase I want you stay here and make sure all evidence of my expedition to China is erased from the flight database. I can't have our enemies know of our dealings with the Hong Kong Mafia.'

'Yes, Sir.' Ayase bowed and pulled out his cell phone, ready to do his boss's bidding, leaving Jin to stand with his subordinates. Jack placed a hand on his hip. 'So, boss. How was China? Did you get any action? I hear the women there are a sight to behold. You brought us back a souvenir, right.' Jack smirked, his cobalt blue eyes twinkling behind his dark shades. 'But I suppose having any fun was out of the question when you have Ren sticking to you like glue.'

'We all can't be womanisers like you, Jack.' Ren's deep masculine voice responded calmly.

Jack shrugged and flipped his blonde hair over his shoulder. 'Meh, how else am I suppose to enjoy life. Women make the world go round.'

'How did the business deal go.'? Mitsudo ignored the light bantering of his colleagues.

'Nothing worth mentioning. Same old worthless shit.' Jin said. 'But I don't think it wise to talk about business in a place where it can easily be overheard.'

They nodded and Mitsudo gestured to the car waiting behind him. 'Shall we.'

Gathering all their gear they loaded themselves into the slick SUV, pulled out of the landing strip and out on the busy freeway. They sped through the gaps in the traffic until they were travelling down an uninhabited street. It was a comfortable, calm silence inside the vehicle with Mitsudo behind the wheel with Jack beside him and Jin and Ren in the back.

'I trust everything has been running smoothly in my absence.' Jin spoke without turning his gaze from the window. Mitsudo looked through the review mirror at his commander.

'As much as to be expected. With our new recruit, we have been keeping him busy on assignments. Although he has been keeping Shuichi on his toes. Yami has not let him out of his sight.'

Jin chuckled. That was not surprising. It was as clear as day just how much Yami fascinated after the leader of the death vipers. Of course he knew, and he was sure Yami knew this as well, that Yami had no hope in hell with Shuichi. His pink shadow would rather welcome the psychotic blonde with his gun, rather then his arms. Especially with Eiri Uesugi on the scene. 'That is not surprising. But I must ask,' Jin paused. His eyes flashing. 'Where are the two lovebirds now.'

'Actually, they are trailing us as we speak.' Mitsudo smirked knowingly in the mirror. The dark vehicle drove smoothly down the quite double road and just as they past the intersection, two black motorcycles came into view as they shot out from either side of the intersection to come right behind them. Their black helmets hid both riders` faces but Jin didn't have to guess whom the dark riders were who followed protectively behind them.

'Its nice of you to join us boys.' Jack taunted in his communicator, which was stuck in his ear.

'You were the ones who were running late.' Shuichi said coolly. A dark chuckle was heard on the other end as well. 'Miss us did you jack. I didn't know you were so clingy. I have a remedy for that.' Yami shot back.

'Ah, no thanks. I prefer my dates to be a little more feminine and a little less psychotic.'

'Too bad,' Yami said in mock disappointment. 'Because from what I hear you had a very good time with that so called 'woman' a few years back.'

Jack visibly paled. 'Oh, just shut up.'

'I take it that dealings with the mafia didn't go as you planned.' Mitsudo asked, cutting off Jack's one-sided conversation. He glanced up and noticed the tired, frustrated look on Jin's face. He had worn it ever since he had stepped of the plane. It was also unnerving the way Ren stayed so quite as well. Well more quite then usual.

'Actually it went just as I expected. We have the Hong Kong organization in our pockets as they are all running in fear of the mafia in Shanghai. Hopefully they will kill each other and I wouldn't have to put up with this tedious affair any longer.'

'Did they retaliate.'?

'To a degree, but they were silenced. I will not tolerate some incompetent fools wasting the Kyoushu's time.' The coldness in Jin's voice crawled up Mitsudo's spine. It was not fear per say, but a sense of thrill and exhilaration. A feeling of power. There was little remorse or pity in Jin's words. They were icy and glacial. Colder then the most fierce snow storms. The leader of the Kyoushu couldn't afford to think about things like pity or remorse. In their line of work- nobody did.

'So they agreed to the terms.'

'They didn't have a choice in the matter. They agreed but I expect some retaliation in the future. We have to be ready for anything.'

They nodded their understanding at the silent command. Stay on your toes and be ready for anything. Jack took a look in his side mirror and frowned when he noticed the sleek black Honda convertible a few meters behind them. If he were a normal guy he probably wouldn't think anything was off, but the way the suspicious vehicle moved closer made him think twice.

'Do you see that Mitsudo.'

'Yeah I see them.' Mitsudo said tensely and also looked at his side mirror. 'Shuichi.'

'We see them. The windows have been tinted so it's hard to identify who they are but they are approaching fast. What are your orders.'

Jack handed his communicator to Jin who placed it in his ear. 'You are to split up and engage the enemy. If they turn out to be a threat you are to take them out.'

'Understood.'

'Alright! It's about time we got some action. Are you ready for this pinkness.' Yami's chuckling and Shuichi's low growl was the last tings they heard as the communication was cut off and both motorcyclist sped off in front of them and went separate ways; Shuichi taking the left and Yami taking the right. The suspicious car behind them sped up until they were almost bumper-to-bumper.

….

Shuichi turned left and sped down the street, scattering paper and leaves in his wake. He rounded a corner and drove over a speed bump until he came to a busy intersection. Without stopping, he ran the red light, earning himself angry shouts and honking horns. He ignored it and took a sharp turn left. He accelerated forward and his bike groaned under the strain. He darted through the traffic until he came to his turn off and took it. There was a slight crackle from within his communicator before Jin's voice could be heard.

'Are you almost at your destination.'

'Affirmative. Two more clicks.'

'Yami.'

'Almost in position.'

Shuichi sped up for one final burst and shot through into a small narrow street. He braked and his motorcycle came to a screeching halt. His violet eyes narrowed behind his visor as he saw Mitsudo drive straight towards him.

'There he is.' Mitsudo said and was jerked forward when the enemy ploughed them from behind. Shuichi watched in rage and snarled into his earpiece.

'Yami!'

'Yeah I'm here. Lets take the fuckers out.'

Shuichi nodded and as if Mitsudo saw the small shake, the SUV sped up and away from the advancing Honda. With steady hands Shuichi pulled out his UZI and just as Mitsudo past him in he let a bullet fly. It flew right into the window and hit the driver right in the head. He slumped forward, causing his passenger to hastily grabbed the wheel to try and control the vehicle. A second shot came from Shuichi's right and the passenger fell forward also. The car spun out of control and ploughed into a street post.

Mitsudo stopped the car and the occupants got out. Shuichi kicked down his stand and got off his bike. He took of his helmet and placed it on the handlebars before walking ahead to survey the damage. Steam rose from the open bonnet and the front end of the convertible had been almost separated into two. Violet eyes travelled down the car and stopped to look into the driver's side window. The deceased driver was slumped over the seat. Shuichi stepped up to the window and reached in to turn the man's head over. Blood bleed from the bullet hole on the side of his head. Shuichi glanced to the man beside him, who had received the same treatment as his friend.

'These men are Chinese.' Jin's steady voice said behind him.

Shuichi nodded and withdrew his hand, turning around to face his commander. 'It would seem they intended to kill you.'

'It looks that way.'

'But how did they know that you were in the car. It was an unmarked vehicle.' Mitsudo said.

'We must have some fans.' Yami said as the blonde joined them. His green eyes sparkling with wrath.

'It would seem we were being spied on at the airport.' Ren's foreboding voice said with his arms crossed over his chest. The dark haired man walked over to the crashed car and reached into the back seat window and pulled out something.

'What have you got.'? Jin asked. Ren walked back over and placed it in Jin's hands.

'Pictures.' Jin flicked through the stack of coloured pictures and his maroon eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. There were ones of him getting off the plane and getting into the car. Mitsudo and Jack waiting at the strip for him. Even Ren managed to get snapped a few times. He looked down at the bundle of snap shots for a moment before he crushed them in his fist.

'Those filthy pigs.' Jin's voice was expressionless but everyone present could see the rage boiling just below the surface. Jin was not pissed, oh no. He was boiling with unrestrained fury. How dare these maggots humiliate and undermine the Kyoushu organization. He could crush all of them under his boot with so much as one phone call.

As the dark thoughts circle his mind, his cell phone chimed. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. He held the phone to his ear. 'What is it.'?

'Are you alright Sir.'? Ayase's concerned voice said from the other side,

'Yes everything is fine here. How did you come aware of our situation.'

'My apologise Sir, for not reaching you in time. But while I was wrapping up at the airport I spotted some suspicious activity at the baggage docks and went to investigate. I found a camera and pictures of you and the members of the Death Vipers. I feared they were assassins.'

'They have been dealt with. We have found no weapons to suggest they were assassins. It looks like they were just here to observe.'

'Understood, Sir. There is also something else.' Ayase said almost timidly.

Jin's eyes narrowed. 'Just tell me Ayase.'

'Right. A couple of hours ago a young Chinese boy was caught by customs officers for trying to sneak into the country by a fake passport. He claims that he flew from Hong Kong and that he is here visiting relatives but what caught my attention was the mark on is arm.'

'What was it.'?

'The Hong Kong mafia.'

Jin stood frozen for a minute before he let out a breath. 'Is he still being detained at the airport.'?

'No. They escorted the young man to immigration headquarters for questioning. He is under heavy guard and is being treated as a flight risk.'

'Understood. Have some come down here and clean up this mess.' Was all Jin said as he hung up and pocketed his phone. He turned to his subordinates.

'We have a new mission boys.' Professionalism spread across Jin's handsome face. The soft wind blowing his platinum strands around his face The Death Vipers stood in attendance.

'Your orders Sir.'

'We are to infiltrate the headquarters of immigration and question someone they have in custody. He could be link to all of this. I don't like to have loose ends so lets get them tied up.'

Everyone nodded. 'Yes, Sir,'

To be continued.

Yes I know I haven't posted in awhile. I try to get out a chapter when I can. I'm not complaining for anything but being an apprentice chef takes up most of my time. But don't worry I always try to find time to write and post my chaps. Hope you enjoy this chapter and remember to review.

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