Chapter 9: Introducing the talented... Mr Izaya.
The Asami Family was generally known to be intelligent, manipulative and have a rather sadistic way of toying with people. His brother, while lacking in years, was on par with Asami in most ways; but while Asami kept a tight leash on his inner demons, Izaya preferred to let his out on a permanent recess.
Izaya always had a knack for finding information on just about anyone he'd set his sights on. Usually, people would fall for his 'innocent youth' act, and let information slip. Izaya disliked getting his own hands dirty, preferring to think of himself as more of a puppet master. He'd either convince the other party to end their own existence (just for a kick), get a 'mark' who owed him to do it, or, on very rare occasions, he would decide that he needed to practice his skills, and dispatch the prey using his favorite blade.
The younger brother could flat out not be trusted. However, he knew deep, deep down that Asami wouldn't hesitant to put a bullet in his brain if he ever betrayed him. The problem was, Izaya would always let a couple of his toes inch oh so very bloody close to crossing that line.
Asami cared, somewhat, for him (his little brother was, after all, his only remaining family). Yes, admittedly, he was sociopath, and yes, a psychopath too; all that and more, wrapped up in a handsome, charismatic package of smartass.
Asami knew in his gut he should push Izaya away, but he needed information, and the past ten months of the "stalkerazzi" had been a very trying period. He couldn't, at present, employ his usual methods to gather his own intel.
Asami never wanted to have a family reunion, EVER. Especially anywhere in Akihito's general vicinity; it would be a nightmare, only much worse. The crimelord offered up his most fervent prayer to any god that happened to be listening: that never, ever, ever should they meet; all the while hoping that the god in question wouldn't turn round and tell him to fuck off.
Izaya's playdate =^x^=
Asami had agreed to the terms of his deal. Izaya managed to find out where the two mischief makers had been hiding, luckily it was within Sion territory. This made him happy as it meant he didn't have to waste any effort searching for his new victims, and so, he set off to have some fun. Tonight he didn't want to play with his usual playmate; well, maybe he was a little tempted, but he did make a pinky swear to help his big brother, so that had priority.
There was a rumor, that Izaya may or may no have heard, that a secret meeting was going to be held tonight at a bar that should have been condemned years ago, so Izaya decided to drop by. Not too long afterwards, Izaya sat at the bar, wearing a feather boa draped around his neck from a wedding party he had just crashed on the way over.
Shortly, Izaya noticed Sudou and another guy that was most likely his accomplice, walk into the bar together. Thinking he's just a drunk, they ignored Izaya, ordered a couple of drinks and sat a few seats down from him. He sighed, and decided to start his plan, drawing attention to himself by harshly banging his head on the bar table.
He then started grumbling in Russian "chto glupo Asami ublyudok, otkloniv moye delo, kak ya khochu, chtoby ya mog privesti yego vniz I nablyudat za nim medlenno prikhod ('That stupid Asami bastard, turning down my deal; how I wish I could bring him down and watch him slowly perish')". Most of the other patrons ignored him as they didn't understand a word the man said, and thought he was speaking gibberish. However, this got the attention of the two fugitives: maybe he was associated with Mikhail? so they cautiously decided to invite him to sit with them, just to listen to this mystery man's rambling about a deal that had been perfect, and his muttering about avidly awaiting Asami's downfall.
Suduo had enough of the the young man bad mouthing the one he loved, and started defending his Asami, which in turn set the other guy off, causing his confederate to argue back his loathing of Asami. As they carried on fighting about how great or horrible Asami was, Izaya had been buying them all round after round of drinks, so by end of the night, lips were loosened, and brains befuddled.
Izaya decided it was the perfect time to bring the newspaper article up, before he got really bored and slit their throats. They were both SO annoying. Asking the "We Love Asami" club president if he thought what had been printed in the papers could be false, like the President and CEO of Sion had claimed. "Being completely honest, if it was a fake, I would have to say that the mastermind behind it had been very clever. I wonder how it was done" Izaya said, lying through his teeth. Personally, he couldn't care less, as he thought a toddler, that had fallen out of the Stupid Tree and then hit every branch on the way down could have done better job.
Neither of the men commented, but Izaya could see they wanted to gloat about that wonderful plan of theirs. As the night wore on, the sake kept flowing. Izaya noticed how nauseatingly infatuated with Asami Sudou was, and a devious thought popped into his oh, so brilliant brain. A devilish smiled crawled up from his boa onto his face, but his two companions were too busy keeping up their useless bickering to notice Izaya's expression. He started to polish up a plan to get Asami and Sudou together, while still having fun at the same time
First, Izaya manages to hack into Suduo's phone. 'How easy… he should really be more careful, or who knows what could happen…' Silently chuckling to himself, he texted Suduo's phone, pretending to be THE One, and Only, Asami Ryuichi. Suduo got the 'new message' notification. Once he recognized the number that it was sent from, his breath hitched, and his heart started beating faster. He debated whether he should open it or not for a whole two seconds, but in the end his desire and curiosity won him over, and he checked the message. To his surprise it read:
FROM: Ryuichi
TO: Shuu:
'Shuu 3 I now know that you didn't betray me and were in fact just trying to help so I wanted to say thank you'
Izaya glanced up from his phone to see Sudou's reaction. Sudou didn't disappoint, and he became somewhat amused. He decided next to text his dear brother.
From: Izaya
To : Asami
'Oh how fun it is pretending to be you! You are in for quite a surprise!~ (^~^)/ '
Once he finished texting, he received a message from the clueless naive man sitting next to him.
FROM: Shuu
TO: Asami
'What about your fuck toy, that stupid photographer you are always playing with?'
Quietly chuckling to himself, and knowing full well that this indeed would cure his boredom for a little while, he responded:
FROM:Asami
TO:Shuu
'Don't worry your pretty little head Shuu, I grew tired of him and realised that you are far superior to him in ever way ;) In the end I knew that I wanted you, and that I always did, I was just too blind to see it sooner'
Suduo can't help but beam a grand smile, but he wanted to make sure his Ryuichi was telling the truth, so he summoned up the courage to ask:
FROM:Shuu
TO: Asami
'I'm glad you finally realised what you've been missing. You took your precious time but I'll forgive you. How exactly did you get rid of your little slut?'
Izaya tried his best to keep the sadistic smirk from showing as he didn't want them to get suspicious, which would just ruin his fun, and texted back:
FROM:Asami
TO:Shuu
'Well, I decided to fuck him, one last time as a parting gift, and just after we finished I shot him in the head, to end our interaction with a bang ya know'
Once Sudou ready he message, his smile started to stretch and he began to giggle. Which creeped out his buddy. "Oi, are you alright, Sudou? Who are you texting? And stop acting like that, it's weirding me out!"
Sudou's once happy face turns to disbelieving frown as he hit Sakazaki on his arm. "How rude! I'll have you know that our plan will continue to go forward perfectly, and I'm finally getting what I desire the most. Everything is right in the world!" Izaya decided to take his entertainment up a notch, and to text the poor lovestruck fool one last time to set his plan into motion.
FROM:Asami
TO:Shuu
'I really need you. Come to my office at whenever most convenient, make sure you wear a sexy maid outfit, that's a real turn on for me. I'll be waiting for you, my little pet, to have some fun'
Izaya immediately became bored. Just as he was about to get up and leave his phone rang. Without looking at the caller ID he said: "Hello~ is there something that you needed?" The caller just answered by hissing out his name in a very livid tone. Knowing exactly who was calling made a smile return to his face, one of pure amusement, with just a smidgen of madness.
"Ah, I see you got my text~". Asami growled, knowing full well that the annoying little shit was smirking at the other end of the phone call.
"Get your ass into my office right now. You'd better explain yourself, and if I am not pleased with your explanation, I will cause you great harm."
Izaya's expression turned into one of mock horror. "Ohhhh~ I'm so scared~" Asami hung up straight away, not wanting to deal with his younger sibling anymore. With that said, Izaya bid farewell to the other two gentleman, saying that his lover wanted a little fun time.
Izaya had texted Shuu periodically throughout the night. It had gotten boring, but he had to keep up the pretense ' til morning. By 4 a.m., he was tempted to make Suduo kill himself, just on principle.
He texted his brother a message: "Ryuichi, will be in your office around 7 a.m., just to let you know. I would have come by last night, but I was somewhat busy"
His timing had to be perfect for presenting his gift to his brother. Izaya headed towards the Sion office building, but first, he took a detour and bought some sweets to enjoy the during the show that would begin in a few hours time.
Happily, he skipped into the building just before 5 a.m., took the elevator to the top floor, and sauntered right past Kirishima's unmanned desk. And kicked open the office door in coltish high spirits, making himself at home on one of the couches in Asami's office. When Ryuichi came in, he dumped some of the sweets onto his desk, before offering Asami a sweet smiling face which promised nothing but trouble.
Asami took a deep breath to help prepare himself for hearing what Izaya had done to keep entertained. "Now, would you kindly explain what you meant by your text?"
Izaya's innocent look never faltered, however, Asami noticed sudden amusement floating in his blood red eyes. "Let's first have us a little deal." Asami's eye felt like it desperately wanted to twitch.
"And that would be..." Izaya silently chuckled at Asami's expression.
"No need to look worried, let's just say that if I could get one of the men you've been so desperately hunting for into your office within the next twenty-four hours" Asami let out a defeated sigh, knowing he would not like the next words Izaya was going to say " then I get to spend a weekend with our precious little kitten, completely and utterly alone."
To say Asami wanted to brutally rip his younger brother's head off was an understatement. "How about you take that idea and ram it up your ass. Like hell I'm going to let you anywhere near MY lover, much less spend so long alone with him."
"Make it all of one day, and that night, then." Izaya pouted and crossed his arms like a stubborn child. Asami stood up, pulled his Beretta from his shoulder holster, and pointed it at Izaya's forehead. "I'll take that as a 'no', then." Feeling a little hurt, his lips curled down. "How about, Ryuichi, we all go on a date together, doing everything I want to do for an afternoon, with no sour face or eating of small children?"
After going back and forth on how long Izaya could keep Akihito, they finally agreed on half of a day. Izaya grinned in victory while Asami just looked like he had made a terrible mistake. "So~ when do you want me to deliver Shuu? I can get him on his way over here in less than an hour, does that sound good to you~ " Asami eyed Izaya suspiciously, knowing full well he was up to something, yet a smirk started to make an appearance on Asami's face.
"That sounds perfect." Asami knew that Sudou had returned to Tokyo, but wonders if Izaya was under the impression that he is still supposed to be in Russia. How can he get him travelling to the office in less than an hour? Asami does not want to think about it as he will start to go mad if he tries to work out his brother's warped maze of a mind. Izaya sat back casually on the coach and started to type on his phone with a blank expression.
After a few minutes, he put his phone in his pocket and lay down with his hands behind his head. Every now and again he would reach over to grab one of his snacks that he brought for the "show". Asami crooked an eyebrow at Izaya's actions and decided not to question him, wondering why he hadn't started to move yet. "Asami, relax, have some sweets~" Asami closed his eyes and sighed.
"You know I don't like sweets." Izaya blinked innocently.
"Oh. Really? More for me then~" after a few more minutes of doing nothing, Izaya sat up and pulled out his phone, evilly chuckling to himself and began a slow count down. Just as he finished, Sudou burst through the door wearing a French maid outfit that's a bit too short, with a big bow tied to a collar around his squeezable neck, and a breathless grin.
Izaya quickly snapped a few photos on his personal cellphone from different angles to use as... material... for later, then walked towards the door. Just before he left he turned and looked at Asami over his shoulder with a devious grin.
"Don't forget our little deal. Now, have fun… but do try and not get too carried away, dear brother…". With that being said, he chucked over the phone he'd used to convince Sudou to come to Sion for his sibling. Izaya would have loved to watch Asami's face as he went through all the sexting that had taken place, but he was getting bored. After he closed the office door and was waiting for the elevator, he allowed a self-satisfied chuckle.
Once Izaya left, Asami began to grin wickedly, thinking of the many ways to breaks and torture Sudou. He walked past his delusional ex-employee, locked the door, and purred "Let's have some fun, shall we... Shuu."
IZAYA HAS LEFT THE BUILDING- microphone dropped
Rats in the kitchen...
As much as Asami hated to admit it, the stunt his younger sibling pulled was very impressive. He never stopped surprising him; however, he did worry about how long Izaya planned to stay, because as long as he found it entertaining at Sion, the longer Asami had to wait to see Akihito. Izaya liked to dance on the knife edge between sanity and insanity, which made him a very dangerous person to deal with. Asami called out "Kirishima, come in here."
Kirishima walked into the office and waited for his orders. "I need you to investigate someone named Izaya Orihara; no one else needs to know. Also, we must make sure that he doesn't find out. He's probably hacked into the phones and the cameras here already. He is a very intelligent man, so there must be someone or something very entertaining for him to make him stay in this territory for this long; so get as much information you can. I would like this man gone as soon as possible. But be careful, his deductive and intuitive skills are better than mine, the little shit. That is all."
Kirishima bowed and left to start his task. Once he was out of sight, Asami's phone rang to reveal his main problem was calling. "Izaya, what can I do for you. I have financial reports to go over."
Izaya just moaned over the phone "How boring. I see you've been talking to a Russian baby bear about catching Sakazaki. Would you like some help?" Asami just rolled his eyes.
"Izaya, I thank you for my exquisite present of Suduo. Expertly done, I have to say; you are getting more creative lately. I thought you left once it got boring."
This time it was Izaya's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah yeah, I'm good, I know, and I did get bored, but since I've been staying close by in Shinjuku, I thought I'd help you again; it was fun~". Asami rubbed his temples to help stop a oncoming headache but froze once he fully analyzed what was just said.
"What do you mean 'close by'? Izaya, you had better not be staying where I think you are." Izaya had been hiding in the penthouse, without Asami's knowledge. He's been touching almost everything he could find, moving items to different locations, or changing their orientation by a few centimetres in one direction or the other Sometimes he would sleep on Akihito's bed and wear his clothes. He couldn't help himself, he found his brothers playmate's scent rather arousing; and last but not least he's been looking through Akihito's computer, messing with some of the images and documents within.
Asami knew that leaving Izaya alone wasn't good for his mental health, so he quickly hung up on his brother and headed out. "Kirishima, keep doing what I asked you to do, I'm just going to get a certain rat that has decided to make itself at home in the penthouse. I cannot overstate the importance of this assignment; it's your number one priority."
Asami got out of the limo as fast as he could, headed up to the penthouse and slammed the door open, only to find the "rat" in question casually sitting on the couch, with his crossed ankles on the coffee table, watching TV and holding a drink he most likely found in the fridge. "Please close the door behind you, it's rather chilly~". Asami dismissed the comment with an eye-roll.
"What do you think you are doing? I was hoping you - wait ... why are you wearing MY Akihito's clothes…"
Izaya just looked at him with a blank stare, picked up the front of the shirt he was wearing and took a sniff, all the while maintaining eye contact with Asami, and said "He has a very alluring aroma, it kinda turns me on~". Asami just glared daggers at the other male.
Izaya raises his hands in mock surrender and puts on a fake innocent persona. "Whoops~ his clothes are the only ones that fit? I could take them off, or… you could take them off, if you know what I mean~" Izaya ended with a flirtatious look and a wink.
Asami shuddered. "Look, what do you want?"
"I thought a genius like yourself would figure it out?"
Asami grimaced. "Even a genius can have a riddle he can't solve. Now, will you tell me?"
Izaya just looked at him like he was an idiot. "Isn't it obvious? I did my part, now it's time for you to do yours. If you don't, I will make your life a living hell and you'll never get rid of me, 'kay~?"
Asami, knowing that everything he was saying was true, raised his hand up as a silent command for Izaya to stay put, which was obeyed. He walked over to the little wall safe hidden behind a bookshelf. After turning the dial to the correct combination, he reached in and pulled out a black teddy bear that looked rather old and busted.
Once Izaya saw the item in Asami's hand, he leapt over the coffee table and snatched the bear out of his hands, and proceeding to swing the bear in circles. "my dearest old friend...ive missed you, so much" giving it a huge cuddle.
Asami raised an eyebrow at this action. Izaya suddenly stopped and pulled out his favorite knife and violently ripped open the back of the bear. Asami watched in disbelief at what was happening in front of him. Izaya reached inside the bear, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his month in concentration. Once he found what he was looking for, he pulled out a black notebook and an insanely delighted look took over his facial features as he began to laugh like the true madman he was.
"Finally~". With that, Izaya started to leave, but just as he exited the penthouse, his brother heard his cold, detached voice fading down the hallway: "You can run from your past all you want, but it will always follow after you. Forever and ever and ever and ever..." Asami felt a chill run down his spine, akin to someone walking over your grave, Asami closed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling away knowing full well when it came to Izaya he'd be dancing on your grave.
Asami sat at his desk mulling over reports on new investors, which was lucky, as Asami was distracted from the somewhat important work. It had been a few months since Izaya left. Asami almost missed the little imp, but as always, he was very happy that he had departed. However, if Izaya came back, he could reappear at anytime, and hopefully the distractions he created would keep him preoccupied elsewhere for a while.
The only items of import at the moment to Asami were Mikhail, and getting Sakazaki. Mikhail had a plan, and he'd been advised that all he would need to do is show up. He'd kept in touch, asking a certain young gentleman to phone Sakazaki to make sure he was still in Tokyo. It was a set up, and a car would be waiting for him when they were ready. "It's so scary how easily people trust me" was the only comment he got. Asami quietly snorted, then carried on with his reports, waiting for Mikhail.
Last man standing...
Sakazaki, meanwhile, was on the run again. It been a few weeks since a 'friend' had called to warn him about a trap Mikhail was setting. Sudou, the love sick fool, had walked straight into Sion. Fucking idiot had screwed up everything they had worked for. He was confused as to how Asami had gotten him to walk right into Sion, all dolled up. He'd probably never know; all he did know was that Sudou deserved whatever slow, torturous death Asami had come up with.
Sakazaki wasn't going to stay put. Asami was on the war path, and he knew Sudou would have confessed everything. Sakazaki had had no other choice, so he had brought his final plan forward. Seven gang leaders had arrived at the abandoned airfield, ready to take Asami down. They had been confident, due to the intel provided by Mikhail. But thirty minutes into the meeting to organize an underworld uprising against the crimelord, they had been silently surrounded by the Russians in the hanger.
Asami had walked in then, like royalty, straight into the mass of men, shock and ire at the audacity of the man. "So, there are more players in this little game," Asami said loudly and confidently, "and I almost feel touched, having my own little production. You think together you can take me?" Asami scoffed. "I do not think so. Listening to that ass Sakazaki was your downfall. Hand him over and I may overlook this insurrection" Asami stood at ease, regarding everyone with disdain.
One of the leaders, an older man around the same height as Asami, tried to summon up an aura of menace around him. Asami smiled indulgently, knowing full well he was in control, but deciding to let this little show of rebellion play out. The older man, one of his now ex-associates, walked forward, confidently. "I think you have it backwards, Asami. Your empire is ruined, and tonight will be your end" he stated, trying to intimidate Asami.
Asami blinked, then started laughing, having witnessed this so many times. When the assurance of apparent victory was there, the words of the supposed victors became boastful, freely giving up information. That man, for instance didn't even have a clue as to what was going on. Asami couldn't help but crack a sly smile. This was far too easy, and far less messy than torture. But really, did they think he would be caught unaware?
Asami scoffed. "I think you'll find that tonight is all about your end, not mine. This is such a shame, you had tried so hard. I thought we worked well together," he spoke, showing no emotion.
The man smirked, showing crooked canines, not believing a word Asami was saying! Asami stood tall as he gazed around the room. "See, that's the joke. You trusted an idiot who had delusions of grandeur. I've never seen anything so incompetent in the recent history of the yakuza, and neither has anyone else of significance. Sakazaki, he lied to you all."
The older man's grey eyes gleamed as he came closer to him. Asami actually had to will himself not to turn his head away as he felt his heavy breaths ghost over his face, the odour resembling spoiled kimchi.
"You are mistaken, Asami. There is nowhere for you to go and hide. Lucky for you, there are those here who will still play with you while you breathe. They think that the more gory the death, the greater the reward, knowing they killed the great Asami Ryuichi."
Asami blankly looked at everyone, he could see they were wanting blood. His blood.
"I'm bored with this farce now. And I will show no mercy for these traitorous actions." Pulling his gun out, he shot the older man point blank; he then turned his attention to the others' shocked looks as the first body hit the ground. One by one, the other leaders fell like flies.
"Five down, two more and Sakazaki to go." He growled, his voice going lower. "Give me Sakazaki, and I will allow you to try and get out of Japan alive." The surviving men looked stunned. As they realised what had happened, Asami's men had come in and forcefully rounded up the remaining dissenters.
Mikhail spoke up as he walked into the covered space. "He's gone. As soon as you walked into the hanger, Sakazaki scuttled off as quickly as he could and ran. I must say, you can really put on a show, can't you." Mikhail chuckled, shaking his head. "We good, Asami...?"
Asami's murderous gaze turned on Mikhail. "You, are responsible for this mess. I will go get Sakazaki, you clean this mess up. If any repercussion fall to me because of this, I will not hesitate in putting a bullet through your head. Or, maybe I'd see if Feilong would want to do it, instead..."
Mikhail's face fell. "Yes, yes. I will sort this out, okay?" Waving him off, he shrugged, and added: "Go, find him."
Asami smiled at him, and said "'blagodaryu'," (which is a slightly more aristocratic way to say 'thank you' in Russian.) "Mikhail. We are even now, but if you ever think of trying to double-cross me in the future..." with a piercing look, he turned and left.
Mikhail shook his head. He had over thirty men and their two leaders to sort out, and then he'd have to dispose of the dead. Mikhail started laughing. Asami did have some flare. "Petrov, start cleaning; we've got things needing to be done."
Kirishima, who had stayed back, watched as Sakazaki abandon his friends. The one who had given him the tip was a most helpful young man, so Kirishima knew which car to tag for easier tracking. Asami decided he was going to take a leaf out of Izaya's book, and play with his prey for a while.
Roughly two weeks later, Sakazaki's life was filled with restlessness, and fear. Paranoia had seeped into his mind, and Sakazaki's world had become very, very small indeed. He had a repeating sense that somebody was watching his every move. Sakazaki, before he did anything, would always check, then double check his surroundings; if he left his room, he'd look in all directions. Twice. Everything Sakazaki did felt uncomfortable, like there was no place even for solitude. Sakazaki knew someone was fixated on toying with him.
As soon as he walked into his room after getting a few bare essentials, Sakazaki could have sworn someone had been in there. His stomach was rolling, he felt he should run but he ignored that little voice, taking off his shoes. He reluctantly walked over to the windows in his so-called living room, and looked out, checking to see if he could see someone watching. Agitated, he closed the curtains.
Sakazaki walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself. As quickly as he could, he jumped into the shower. The water instantly sprayed down his chest, then his back. Sakazaki's muscles relaxed under the heat of the shower. His mind wandered, thinking about his life, and what had brought him to this pitiful existence. He'd had a club he'd owned, money, and some power, then that fuckin' blond had come and took it all away. Now, he was left with nothing, just existing, living in one shitty hovel after another. An uneasy feeling came over him as he was exiting the shower. Who was this person, and why were they just watching? If it was Asami, he was pretty sure he would have been strung up by now in one of his warehouses.
Walking back into the living room, he froze: the curtains were open. He was sure he'd closed them before going into the bathroom. As he closed them again, a shiver ran down his spine. Had someone been in here, or was it just his imagination.
Sakazaki couldn't even find peace in his sleep, tossing and turning all night. Every little noise kept him awake, thinking today was the day "they" were gonna find him. Tomorrow, he'd
have to move on; he never stayed in one place for too long.
A chill shivered down Sakazaki's spine; it was the worst feeling to hit him since that incident at his club four years ago, when news of a transgression between Akihito and himself had surfaced. He'd been lucky to get advance warning that a murderous Asami would be arriving within thirty minutes or so. He didn't understand why Asami was angry with him. Shouldn't Asami have taken it out on that blond slut of his? He was just a whore, after all; but then, Asami was Asami, and he didn't like to share his toys. He actually thought Asami wouldn't find out, but that blond must of... 'opened' his mouth. He grimaced at the double entendre. At that precise moment, something sharp and cold pressed against his neck. His mind frantically stuttered, realizing it was a knife.
"Hello, my little bitch, did you miss me?" The voice purred, freezing Sakazaki into place. "How's my precious traitor doing today?" The voice, far too amused for its own good, asked before everything went dark.
Having Izaya back, for even a brief period, had add fuel back to his fire. He'd really enjoyed toying with Sakazaki for the past few weeks. Asami had forgotten how easy, and enjoyable was to chase down prey. So, maybe a little fun beforehand...; well, that was still to be decided.
Asami was back in his office. The two culprits were finally caught, the evidence of the hoax was prepared, the editor of the Tokyo Times was ready to put an apology spread in the newspaper. Shares in Sion had more than recovered, and investors were either staying, or trying hard to buy their way into his businesses... and the few traitors that had appeared were gone.
All that was left was one sorely missed photographer…
"Feilong, I am coming to get him." Asami announced, fierce with determination.
"Asami...I am sorry, he is not ready to see you. Not yet." Feilong rubbed his eyes, honestly concerned for both parties.
"It has been too long already. I need, I want him back with me. He belongs here." Agitation tightened Asami's jaw.
"If you come now, you will lose him forever. Patience, he will return." Feilong was pleading for him not to make a mistake now. Akihito was so close to going back on his own.
"Feilong... a warning. If I must, I will come for him, and nothing will stop me; but for now, I will wait. Not for much too longer, though." Feilong sighed in relief.
Feilong put the phone down, just as Akihito walked into the room. "Fei, I've been thinking about this, and I want to go back to Tokyo. I need my life back, and I have been able to secure a teaching position at Tokyo university."
Feilong smiled a knowing smile, and desperately tried not to start giggling. "Akihito", he said "that would be a great idea"; and gave him a hug.
Asami was in no mood to talk to anyone, shoot maybe but not talking, his phone call to Feilong was infuriating, he could tell he was speaking the truth, no hidden agenda from him. Feilong was only looking out for Akihito, but Asami patience was growing weary. each day away from Akihito the further away he felt. slamming his hands on the desk. Asami paused, I will give only a few more months no weeks, I will drag him, back kicking and screaming if I have to...as he turned his chair to look out the window. That's a plan and smiled.
Asami mind wander momentarily, he recoiled the Russian flag pinned against his window, Izaya always made an entrance or was completely invisible, lucky the last thing Izaya did before he left was help set up Sakazaki, with a simple phone call, but as always izaya way of helping ususal gave Asami a headache.