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Pain throbbed through Akihito's whole body in tandem with his fast heartbeat. The adrenaline that coursed through him prevented him from feeling any actual pain, but he knew that it would hit him twice when hard as the adrenaline and the endorphins would leave him. But for now, he could keep up the act that he was playing, as if he was completely used to being kidnapped and not intimidated in the slightest. In reality, while this hadn't happened all that often, he was indeed calmer than the previous times he had been kidnapped.
He was sort of getting used to it, which just made him deadpan as he thought about it. He wasn't intimidated, at least not by Ouchi. The fact that Ouchi and his men clearly packed heat was what made Akihito's heart beat faster. A weapon for killing in the hands of a clearly scared man was a bad combination. One wrong move from Akihito, and he would be shot, even if it was an accident. And then he had to let the blood rise to his head and let his temper get to him, mouthing off to the man like he had before.
Maybe people where right when they said he had a fucked up sense of danger. He was an adrenaline junkie, but that didn't mean that he liked these sort of situations. It was just that he never knew when to shut up when he allowed his temper to flare. Which was mostly the case when Asami was involved. Be it against Asami himself or when his lover was being badmouthed, Akihito couldn't stop himself from reacting when it happened. But, it had helped, in a way.
Akihito's defiance and provoking words had chased Ouchi from the room, leaving Akihito behind with a single guard. He was being underestimated, which would work in his favour. It always happened in situations like this, Akihito realized. People would take one look at his slim build and would never expect him to lash out, let alone overpower them. In all honesty, it didn't always work, depending on who Akihito's opponent was.
Prime example, Yuri of the Russian mafia and Fei Long. But against underlings like the one in the room with him, Akihito knew just how to provoke them. It also helped that Shingo, Tetsu, Asami, Kirishima and Suoh had been training him. Asami would come for him, Akihito was sure of this. But he was also sure that there was no way in hell he would stay seated, waiting for his lover like a damsel in distress. By the time Asami would arrive, Akihito would already be out of his bounds.
With his determination set, Akihito looked away from the camera in the room that was sending the footage of his capture directly to his lover. Akihito hoped Tokyo would still be standing when he got back. He knew his lover's temper and the way he lost it whenever Akihito disappeared. As dangerous as it was, the photographer couldn't help but feel that he was loved whenever Asami got so angry for his sake. But that thought was mushy, not to mention fucked-up, which led to Akihito shoving it to the back of his mind, in a very dark corner together with all his other sappy thoughts.
"H-how late is it?" Akihito asked, pretending to clear his throat to get his voice out stronger. The guard glanced over at him before looking away again, remaining silent. Akihito scraped his throat again before trying again.
"Please. If Ryuichi isn't here by eight, I'm going to get killed. I just want to know how long I have left to live" he pleaded and the guard gave him another glance before giving in and looking on his watch.
"Six thirty" he answered and Akihito lowered his head, willing tears to rise up to his eyes, letting a sob jerk his shoulders.
"Fuck" he cursed, gaining the attention of the guard again.
"Why the hell do I have to get involved in this?" Akihito questioned out loud as he let his shoulders shake.
"I didn't want any of this!" he exclaimed as he looked up at the guard, the tears in his eyes seeping down from the corners.
"I don't care" the guard said and Akihito kept eye-contact.
"Why the hell did I do wrong to get here?! It's just like he said, I'm just Asami's whore! It's not like he cares for me more than he cares for my ass!" he said and looked down. Saying those words, even knowing they were a lie, felt like bile in his mouth, yet Akihito continued.
"You don't know what it's like, to be treated like this" he said and gritted his teeth.
"As man, locked up in a bedroom, tied down by leather and being defiled over and over again" he said and looked up at the wall opposite of him.
"After a while, you start to lose yourself. You get used to being penetrated and spanked. Being treated like you're less than a man, less than human even. Being roughly used, day in day out, hurt whenever you even look him in the eye. You can't tell pain from pleasure anymore. Your body isn't your own anymore, manipulated to feel pleasure where there should be pain" he said and gave a sardonic chuckle.
"Even now, with just these ropes restricting me and cutting into my skin, my body is reacting. It's like it's completely foreign to me, but I can't stop it from happened. I guess he just trained me too well" he said bitter and looked up as the guard had unconsciously walked closer to him. Akihito leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes slip half-lidded as he regarded the guard.
"Did you know? After a while, everything that is done to you will feel like pleasure, to the point you're craving for it like a drug, responding to even the slightest lustful stare" he said and spread his knees wider as he arched his back slightly.
"You want to try?" he suggested and tilted his head.
"If I'm going to die anyway, I want to defy that man at least one time. You can do with me whatever you want. I'll show you that everything painful can be turned into pleasure" he said, feeling his heart beat faster as the guard got closer and closed. Just a little more.
"Besides, imagine what you would be able to say. You, fucking Asami Ryuichi's boy toy" Akihito said giving the guard that last push. Now! Akihito didn't waste any time as he released the rope he held in his hands, having loosened the knot during his act. He grabbed the guard's blazer and pulled him down. With his ankels still tied to the chair, Akihito had no other choice but to do everything with his hands. He moved quick, the movements hammered into his body until he could do them blindly as he took the guard in a choke-hold. The man started to struggle, clawing at Akihito's arms while simultaneously kicking in the air and binging his elbows back. The chair was toppled over and Akihito felt a shot of pain go through his ribs, but he was nothing if not stubborn.
"Go to sleep already" Akihito gritted out as he watched the man's face go red before his movements ceased. Akihito waited another five counts before roughly shoving the heavy body off him. With a hiss, he reached up to untie his ankles, stepping away from the chair that was lying on its back, the guard next to it. Akihito reached out for the lower back holster of the guard, taking the gun apart like Asami had taught him to. While it wouldn't do much to stop the guard when he woke back up, it would halt him for a few seconds, at the very least. A few seconds extra that Akihito would use to find out where exactly he was.
In his opinion, that was probably the shittiest thing about being kidnapped. Without knowing where you were, you had to find your way out of not only the building you were held, but also the city. He could get out of restrictions pretty easily, and distracting guards wasn't all that hard either. Because of his tendency to wander around, he was always able to find at least something familiar. However, it was never sure how long it would take or if he would get in trouble during that time, since his wandering did get him in trouble about as much as it got him out of it. But if he thought about that in his current situation, he felt as if it would jinx him, so he pushed it away. As long as he was still in Japan, he woud be able to find is way back home.
And when he got home, he would give Asami a piece of his mind before having a good laugh about it. He would complain a little, get fucked into the matrass until he wouldn't be able to stand anymore and then he'd be carried to the living room to stuff his face with expensive sushi. Hmm, who would have thought. There were some good thing about getting kidnapped. Akihito gulped as he pressed his back against the wall, his hand on his tender ribs as he heard footsteps and voice as they complained. From the lay-out, Akihito could tell it was a building under construction. It was a new building with all of the walls already in place but no electricity or water yet. This was a blessing as well as a disadvantage for Akihito.
It was already rather dark, which caused the hallways to be doused in shadows. This gave him a cover to hide himself better. But it also hid the yakuza members walking around, lighting their path with flash-lights as they patrolled the hallways. Akihito had not expected there to be so many men around, as if the whole gang was stationed inside, and no doubt outside the building. Then again, it was only a logical decision, since the one Ouchi pissed off was Asami. Akihito doubted even an army would be able to stop the dragon of Tokyo when the man was enraged. Akihito's nerves skyrocketed as he realized what this would mean. There was no way Asami would come alone, bringing men and firepower, something Ouchi was prepared for.
This was going to turn into a shoot-out and Akihito was once again in the middle of it all. Overly aware, the blonde felt the holster with his gun press against his unharmed ribs. It was as if the thing was telling him that it was there in case of need. It somehow scared Akihito, knowing there could be a possibility of him having to use it in the worst case scenario. He might be able to nail shots in a shooting range, but that meant little to nothing in a real-life situation. Still, Akihito would use it, only if absolutely needed. He had known what he had agreed to when he had entered a relationship with Asami. After the engagement and picking up the weapon, there was no backing out anymore. Not that Akihito planned on backing out, if that meant giving up Asami. The photographer was already in way too deep.
Glancing past the corner, the blonde took his gun out, sliding the magazine into it as silent as possible as he heard the voices come closer. He clicked the Taurus back into its holster, planning to use hand-to-hand first and foremost. Besides, gunshots drew too much attention. Akihito held his breath, hoping to muffle the sound of his breathing as much as possible as the two yakuzas passed through the hallway parallel to the one the blonde was hiding in. As the voices seemed to travel away from him, Akihito counted to three before pushing off from the wall he had been leaning against. Keeping his eyes pried open, the blonde snuck through the hallways, disappearing into the hallway the duo had come from.
His heart was thudding in his throat and pounding in his ears as he moved through the dark hallways as quiet as possible without moving like a snail. His injuries caused by his previous beating were throbbing, his rib most of all, slowing him down slightly. He rested his back against the wall, having gotten from the fifth floor to the second without being discovered. Listening to his surroundings as good as possible with his breathing coming out in a rather wheezing way, Akihito could pick up on voices down the hallway.
The sound of the first gunshot ringing out, made the blonde flinch, ducking his head. As if a start-sign was given, the staccato sounds of gunfire filled the building, making Akihito's hands tremble and his stomach turn. The photographer knew that it would be stupid of him to try and go lower. He would no doubt be caught up in the crossfire and that would do more bad than good. Akihito flinched when he heard footsteps in the hallway behind him before shots rang out, followed by the sound of two bodies hitting the floor. As footsteps grew louder, coming closer to his position, Akihito's fight-or-flight instincts kicked in.
Releasing his ribs, the blonde got to his crouches, holding his breath as he waited and waited, until the owner of the approaching footsteps was close enough. Clenching his jaw, he stepped into the dooropening to send a high kick towards the figure passing the door. The tip of his toes succesfuly connected with a chest before both the attacker and the victim stumbled back. Akihito grabbed for his ribs as he heard a sharp intake of breath on the hallway.
"Oh fuck!" Akihito cursed as he stepped out into the hallway, looking at the black dressed man that was seeking support on his knees, loudly gasping for air.
"Tsuji! Are you okay?!" Akihito asked panicked, his own voice coming out strained as he worried about the Sion mob, who held up his hand, trying to calm the photographer down while unable to catch his breath.
"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Akihito stressed and flinched as a black blazer was draped over his shoulder. The photographer looked up at Suoh next to him, holding a finger on the communication-piece lodged in his ear.
"I've got him. We're taking him outside" the large guard said as Akihito felt relief flood his system, almost making him sag.
"I'm alright, Takaba-sama. That was a splendid kick" Tsuji said, gaining the blonde's attention. Akihito could hear the guard was still a bit winded, but standing straight again.
"A little more, Takaba-sama" Suoh said, noticing how the photographer was on the verge of collapsing as the adrenaline left him.
"We'll go through the back" the bulky guard said to the small group of men that he had taken charge of. Akihito, way past asking questions and wanting nothing more than to go home, didn't ask anything as he followed Suoh through the building. He slightly wondered how exactly it was that they knew the lay-out, but somehow had enough answer with knowing Suoh was Asami's subordinate. There was no way Asami would do anything half-assed.
"Where is he?" Akihito asked as he looked up at Suoh's back as they snuck through the building.
"He will join you at the car" the guard whispered back as he looked around the corner. Because of the shooting in the front of the building, there was barely to no men in any other part of the building, which made it so much easier to get outside. Since Akihito hadn't known where the entrance and the exit had been, he had gone in the direction of the voices, in the hope of finding an exit or entrance that wasn't a window frame. The sleek black cars belonging to the crime-lord were parked in the shadows in the street in front of the building, where Suoh urged Akihito to sit down in Asami's BMW, which Akihito stubbornly refused.
"Are you hurt anywhere? Did you break something?" Suoh asked as the four other mobs stood in front of the side of the car, lined up in case someone targeted the vehicle.
"Hmm, my rib, probably" Akihito said as he shivered, finally feeling the cold that had seeped into his body from his chilled, previously wet clothes.
"Anything else?" Suoh asked as he lifted Akihito's chin to check the blonde's nose, which had taken a good hit too, but hadn't broken, thus Akihito shook his head negative. A deadly silence rang out after a final gunshot, signalling the end of the shooting. The end of a human life too, Akihito realized, but kept silent about it. He hated to admit to that dark part of himself, but Ouchi would be lucky getting off with only a bullet in his head and they all knew it.
Akihito held onto the large suit blazer with both hands, holding it closed as he looked at the building, waiting for his lover to emerge and take him home. Probably after a lengthy stop at the hospital for a throughout check up. The photographer's heart skipped a beat as Asami stepped out of the building, his blazer undone and a lit cigarette dangling between his lips that were curled down in dissatisfaction. Behind him were several of his men with grim expressions, Kirishima flanking the crime-lord. The scene was imposing in a way that would have normal people backing off immediately, yet Akihito only felt reliefed.
"Ryuichi" Akihito breathed as his lover was close enough. Before he could do something, Asami's arms were wrapped around him like a vice, holding the blonde against his chest as if he would disappear if the man blinked. Akihito bit down a grunt of pain, clenching his fists in Asami's blazer.
"Sir, he's injury to his ribs" Suoh was quick to inform before Akihito could even protest. Asami was quick to release him and lift his lover's chin, much like Suoh had done before for the exact same reason.
"We're going to the hospital. Shingo, drive us" Asami said and Akihito could hear at his lover's voice that it would take a long while before his anger would be cooled down.
"What about Ouchi and his underlings?" Akihito asked as Asami gently coaxed him into the back of the car while Shingo stepped in behind the wheel.
"Kirishima will see to it that the underlings will be put in jail for their involvement with the yakuza" Asami said, revealing that he had been merciful on the subordinates without mentioning anything about Ouchi. Akihito knew this was either because the man was already dead, but somehow Akihito didn't think that was the case. He didn't want to go into deepe detail, but he had a feeling that there was no way Asami would allow Ouchi to get off so lightly. As the car drove away, Akihito caught sight of a dark figure standing on the side fo the road through the window.
"What is it?" Asami asked, noticing the frown his lover was giving the window.
"No, it's nothing" Akihito said distracted before shaking his head and turning his attention away from the street.
"Must have been my imagination" he said and let his head fall down onto the raven's broad shoulders, a whiff of gunpowder entering his nose.
"It's over now, Kitten. Go to sleep and I'll wake you up when we've reached the hospital" Asami said and Akihito gave a hum, grabbing a hold of his lover's hand and squeezing it. Asami was not the only one afraid of their other half disappearing on them if they blinked. Asami turned his head towards the photographer, pressing his lips against the pale forehead.
"I'm sorry" the crime-lord said soft, glad that the blonde didn't react to his apology. Akihito knew his lover was apologising for dragging him into this world of darkness and bloodshed. But Akihito also knew that this was part of it, part of the man he loved. There was no Asami without his job, and Akihito was long past the point of no return.
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