Thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback! It's really helped me be motivated to write another chapter. Anyway, here it is! (I do not own Viewfinder)
Asami sighed and brought his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. He had just gotten off a business call with some insignificant so-called crime lord. Asami chuckled quietly to himself, he doesn't even remember his name.
Asami lifted his hand and waved it, motioning to Kirishima, "Get me a drink." Kirishima was quick to follow his order, walking over to the bar that was in the middle of the plane.
Asami looked down at his phone, checking to see if he had any messages from his kitten. Instead he found ten missed calls from Nishimoto, Akihito's personal guard. Asami felt his stomach drop. Having ten missed calls, from anyone, was never a good sign.
When Kirishima walked over with his cup, Asami took it absentmindedly. What was wrong with Akihito?
He quickly dialed the Nishimoto back, gritting his teeth in anger when he didn't answer. When his call went unanswered a second time, Asami let out an animalistic growl.
"Asami-sama? Are you ok?" Kirishima was hovering over Asami, concern, curiosity, and a little fear written across his face.
"Nishimoto isn't answering his phone." Kirishima felt his blood run cold. He should've known. Asami only acts like this when the brat was involved. Swallowing, Kirishima spoke.
"Do you want me to call Fei Long and tell him that you will not be able to make it?"
Asami brought his cup up to his lips, taking a small sip, "I don't know yet." Asami watched as Kirishima clenched his fists before bowing and walking to the other side of the plane, making sure to keep an eye out for any signs that Asami might give him. Asami mulled over what the consequences would be if he were to miss this meeting. Not only would Fei long be there, but Mikhail as well. There would be others too, but Asami didn't think of them as important quite yet.
Asami continued thinking when he remembered something that caused him to sit straight up in his seat, something that struck him like lightning. Before he left, after he told Akihito he was leaving, Akihito was in pain. Asami felt his throat close.
"Kirishima, call Fei Long and tell him I won't be making it. Then tell Suoh to turn the plane around."
Kirishima gave Asami a funny look but complied, "Hello, Fei Long. Asami won't-" His words were cut off as he closed to door to the cockpit behind him.
Asami stared at the glass in his hand for a second before downing it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looked up when he heard a door being opened. Kirishima was walking back out of the cockpit.
"Suoh says that we'll be back in three and a half hours. Is there anything else that you want me to do, Asami-sama?"
Asami pulled a lighter and a cigarette out of his breast pocket, "What did Fei Long say?"
"He said," Kirishima cleared his throat, "that you are excused considering that this involves Akihito. He also said that the next time you skip out on a meeting and leave him alone with Mikhail that he would fly all the way to Japan and kick your ass."
Asami let out a dry chuckle and muttered to himself, "Is that so?"
The rest of the flight was spent in silence and worry.
The private plane had just touched down and there were now three men, all dressed in suits and fancy attire, exiting the jet. They were all exceedingly handsome but had a sense of danger surrounding them. Only a few dared to approach them to ask if they needed assistance. Each person was waved off by the man in glasses on the right and glared at by the bear like man on the left.
The one in the middle seemed to be in charge. He also seemed to be frustrated, the fact that he was gripping his phone so hard that a crack appeared on the screen only supported that theory.
They strolled through the airport with an air of indifference, not letting anything or anyone stop them, until they reached the parking lot and got into a black car with tinted windows.
"Go straight to the penthouse." Asami ordered once they were in the car.
There was no answer, but Asami knew they heard. He leaned back in the seat and pulled out his tenth cigarette since the plane turned around. He knew, deep down, that he was smoking too much. However, his mask and Crime Lord status wouldn't let him show his worry, so he showed it in a different way. By smoking.
Asami was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize when they pulled up to his apartment building. It wasn't until Kirishima called out his name that he was brought back to reality.
"Asami-sama. We're here."
Asami hummed and opened the door, "Kirishima, park the car. Suoh, come with me."
The 'Yes, Asami-sama' was from Kirishima. Suoh only grunted in reply, something that Asami would only let Suoh get away with.
Asami and Suoh made their way to the penthouse, neither knowing what to expect. What they saw made Asami's heart to jump into his throat. The front door was wide open and there were signs that the door was broken down.
They shared a looked, then both pulled out their guns. Walking carefully into the apartment.
They silently made their way into the different rooms of the penthouse. Each time a room turned up empty, Asami felt dread spread through his veins like the blood that ran through them. It wasn't until they reached the bedroom that Asami began to regret ever leaving Akihito at all.
The bed was covered in blood and from the dark color, he could tell that it's been there for a while.
Asami clenched his jaw and flexed the finger that was on the trigger.
"I want you to check the security footage of the entire building. I want to know who took Akihito." Asami's voice was cold and calculating. He would kill whoever dared lay their hands on what belonged to him.
Thirty minutes later, Asami, Kirishima, and Suoh were standing in front of a laptop that was showing the security footage of earlier that day.
They watched the sped up video looking for any signs of Akihito and it wasn't until around eight twenty that they caught a break.
It was Akihito and Nishimoto. Akihito was on a gurney with two paramedics on either side, blocking the view so only Akihito's head was visible. Nishimoto was following after.
When Asami broke the shocked silence his voice was hoarse, "Where is the nearest hospital?"
Pulling into the Supuringuriba (Spring River) Hospital, Asami didn't even wait for the car to stop before he opened the door and jumped out. All but running into the hospital, he made it to the front desk. When he got there he slammed his hands on the counter, startling the nurse that was on duty.
"Takaba Akihito. Tell me where he is. Now." He growled.
The nurse never got to stammer out her answer because a voice interrupted her.
"Asami-sama!"
Asami turned and saw Nishimoto. He growled and rushed at Nishimoto, grabbing his collar and pulling him up on his toes.
"Where is Akihito?"
"Let me explain."
"You better hurry."
"He's in recovery."
"Why? What happened!?"
"He," Nishimoto swallowed, "He gave birth. To twins."
Asami's grip on Nishimoto loosened.
"What…"