READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED
THIS STORY CONTAINS MAN ON MAN, WOMAN ON WOMAN, GRAPHIC SCENES, RAPE, GORE, SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, RACISM, AND USAGE OF DRUGS.
DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT OWN THE FINDER SERIES OR A MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS OR SOME OF THE PLOT.
Those who love the pain and suffering of others wear many faces and go by many disguises, but there is only one name for them: evil. There is no understanding it.
^Christopher Paolini
"Akihito, why don't you throw away that weird doll?" Kou says.
"But I went through all that trouble of finding it." Akihito counters as he looks down at the plush in his hand; it's the same as the mascot head he used to take that photo of Asami.
Takato laughs.
The three friends are carrying shopping bags as they make their way to the photographer's apartment.
"Your little detour was to get cheap warm beer," Kou says.
"Who was it who suggested having hotpot in this heat?" Takato says.
"What?" Kou responds. "You can have hotpot even in this heat!"
"It'll be like three men sweating from the heat." Takato laughs.
Soon the three arrive at Akihito's apartment, and he listens a bit distantly to his friends' banter as he goes to unlock the door.
Huh… the key is… Akihito thought to himself a bit confused when the key wouldn't turn in the slot.
He turns the handle and pushes the door open, his eyes widening at the scene. "Huh? What the heck happened!?"
All of his furniture has been turned over, books that once sat on shelving now lay scattered on the ground, cabinets wide open and empty of their contents, and a gentle breeze flowing in through an open window causes the curtains to sway.
"Was it a burglar? My… cameras…!?"
Takato and Kou watch from the doorway as the photographer rushes over the disarray. He soon stumbles over something but catches himself by wrapping his arms around a case housing his precious babies. Akihito presses his cheek against the tiny glass door as tears of gratitude stream from his eyes.
"Th… thank goodness my cameras are okay…" Akihito weeps.
"Are you okay Akihito?" Kou asks. "It seems like they didn't steal anything right?"
"This is so cruel," Takato comments.
Meanwhile outside an inconspicuous black car is parked opposite of the photographer's apartment complex. Inside two men in suits sit, one speaking on the phone.
"Other than the cameras, there was nothing we could take." the man says into the cellular.
"What does that mean!?" a stern voice on the other end replies.
"So in the end… you couldn't retrieve it after all huh…" Feilong says into the phone, aggravation in his voice. "I don't want to hear any excuses. Do you want to agonize me further?"
He listens for a moment…
"Understand there will be no next time." He pulls the phone away from his ear and presses the end call button, then mutters to himself. "Such incompetence… not even able to find one data disc. Just a little more and I would have had my hands on the recovered top secret information. Of all things, it's in the hands of Asami's young protege."
The Chinese leader of the drug syndicate known as Baishe is lounging in the main private quarters of his abode.
He is wearing a silk Chang Pao with a red background and phoenix with gold stitches is visible on the front. He looks out the large glass window at his native kingdom. The view of Hong Kong from the highrise on the 80th floor is full of splendor and flawless at night. When looking down at the scenery beneath him like this, he feels as though the world is lying in his hand. Behind him two subordinates stand guard and ready. Next to them a small boy, Tao, is laying out the tea utensils out ready and heating up the pot.
That Asami took such a risk to retrieve one youngster… Feilong thought to himself. I don't know if he unwillingly gave up the important data, or if he trusts in the young man but… if he's that important of a partner. his lips pull into a smirk. If that boy, Takaba Akihito moves well, then this will definitely become an enjoyable event won't it.
A car pulls to a stop in front of a red brick building, on the side is bold green letters that read Chuo Central Church.
An elderly man wearing a brown three-piece suit exits the vehicle and makes his way inside. His polished dress shoes tap against the shiny tiled floor as he looks around the interior with a bit of disgust. The church is tiny and cheap, with plastic stained windows instead of glass, and instead of pews metal benches run across the room.
The man walks over to the confessions booth, and after slipping inside the small window on the side glides open.
"It's been a long time Chou," an androgynous voice says.
"Yes it has," the elderly man, Chou, responds. "The Lord must be smiling upon me for us to meet. But, last I heard-"
"What happened?" the mystery person cuts him off.
Chou runs his fingers through his snow-white hair. "I trust you heard of the incident."
"Of course. I always keep tabs on the organization, even though I am no longer affiliated with them."
"Yes, I understand your commitment to the previous leader. May he rest in peace. But as for the current…"
"I don't blame him for getting pissed off about it. He takes great pride when it comes to upholding the family's reputation."
Chou nods.
"But what I want to know is why did you decide to hide out here in Japan of all places?"
"I actually came here seeking help from a colleague. But since you're here perhaps-"
"No." they cut him off curtly. "I can't risk getting involved in any way."
Chou is silent for a moment, then lets out a sigh. "I understand. But… can I at least ask one thing from you?"
One week later…
"Yea, that's right." Akihito says into his cellphone.
The photographer sits alone at a table in a diner with a view of the Raindbow Bridge. Before him is a slice of cake and two drinks in glasses. One is a strawberry daiquiri while the other is just ice water, which he stirs his straw around in.
"Because of what happened with the cd-rom incident," he says into the phone. "The job to retake the photographs was taken by Yamazumi… I'm pissed."
He goes to take a sip of his water as he listens to the person on the other end, admiring the view of the ocean shimmering like a myriad of aquamarine gems under the midday sun.
"Eh? What?" Akihito says. "Today I'm a little…"
The photographer trails off when someone suddenly pulls out the chair opposite of him. His eyes drift upward and he gasps when he sees the Chinese mafia leader.
"May I sit?" he asks.
Akihito doesn't respond, he only continues to look at him with wide eyes. He trembles a bit as he watches the long-haired man sit down in the chair, then removes his sunglasses.
"It's been a long time… do you remember me?"
Akihito's heart is pounding in his chest. He's the guy that shot at me with a gun… "Ah… Feilong…"
"Yes Feilong… are your two friends doing well?"
What did he just say?! Akihito thought to himself as a chill runs down his spine. It can't be…
"Hey Akihito?" a voice faint says from the cellphone.
Realizing he was still on the line Akihito quickly brings it back up to his ear. "Ah… Kou… where are you right now?"
"Where you ask?" Kou responds. "You said I could use the cruiser from work right? Even though I got here first and was waiting. Are you busy right now?"
"Oi, Akihito!" a familiar voice greets in the background.
"Takato's here too, so you should hurry up and come already."
"See you later!"
"Wai… wait a second, I never said that!" Akihito nearly shouts as he quickly stands.
The only response he gets on the other line is a beep, indicating that Kou had hung-up.
Feilong reaches across the table and places his hand on Akihito's clenched fist. "It's better if you don't say anything useless. You don't want to get them involved, do you?"
He deceived my friends-!? Akihito scowls at the long-haired man as he sits back down in his seat. "You… don't do anything weird to my friends, you got that!?"
"Those are good eyes," Feilong says charmingly as he rests his chin on the knuckles of his hand. "Before today, no matter how much pain you received, you didn't even shed one tear…"
Akihito doesn't respond.
"But, what about this time? I wonder if my threats will affect you a little bit?"
"How cowardly," Akihito growls. "Involving people that have nothing to do with this."
"They are there because of their own will though, right?" Feilong responds calmly. "If you do as I say, then your friends won't know anything and can return home."
"I… what do you want me to do…!?"
"Where is the data that leaked from Asami's company? Our reputation won't allow for someone taking it from right under our noses."
"Were you the one who broke into my apartment? Since you turned my room inside out, you should know that I don't have it."
"Is that so?"
"In any case, I didn't think the data was important, so I erased what was on the disc. I returned it to Asami."
"Then how about asking Asami for the data one more time?" Feilong smirks. "If you do this well, you and I… and Asami can settle our business with each other."
"That's… impossible for me-!"
Feilong gets up. "If you can't get the data I want…" he trails off as he walks around and delivers the last of his sentence in the photographer's ear. "I will kill your friends."
Akihito's eyes widen and his heart skips a beat.
"Then I will contact you again later tonight." Feilong says as he walks off.
Leaving the photographer alone.
Asking Asami for a favor…? But there's no way I could ask him for something like that… Akihito's hand trembles as he grabs his phone, flips it open, and dials the number. But I have to do some….
He holds the cellular up to his ear, listening to the ringing tone on the other end for a long moment….
"A… Asa… mi…?" Akihito says. "I'm… you know…? Where are you right now?"
He listens….
"Please, will you meet with me…"
BRIEF WORD FROM THE AUTHOR
Oh boy Akihito baby. For those of you have read the manga already know what is to come. For those of you who haven't the suspense must be maddening!
As always, until next time, stay awesome loves!:)
RANTS
Okay so some of you Finder fans may be aware that I completely skipped over Feilong's arc in this story. But as I mentioned before there are certain plots of the main Finder Series that I will be leaving out and using my other works. But if you guys who are new to the fandom and really wanna know why Feilong is the way how about supporting the great creator Ayano Yamane-sensei by buying some of her comics. She has other amazing works as well.