Authors note: I do NOT own The Finder Series

All mistakes are mine. I apologise for the wait, so here is something to keep you going.

Chapter 3: To face the devil you must face your mistakes ~

It had been an hour since Akihito received the call, and then nothing. The caller had hung up, leaving Akihito to fear for the safety of his son. He knew it was in his best interest, to keep this out of the detectives reach, because if not Ichiro was good as gone. Akihito would not put him in more harm's way than he already was, and what could the police do. Not a right lot. 'We wait for the call,' that's what the police would say, nothing he didn't already know. He worked with police a while ago, he knew the ins and out of their job.

Akihito paced up and down anxiously. He was running out of ideas of what to do, along with whether or not he had the balls to face Asami. The crime lord was a free man, it was only going to be a matter of days, maybe even hours, before Asami came kicking down his door. Yet none of that mattered because all Akihito could think about was Ichiro, his pride and joy.

A knock disturbed his thinking, as he turned to the door, "Who is it?"

"It's me. Detective Takahiro"

Akihito's eyes narrowed anxiously, "Please tell me you have found him?"

The detective shook his head, "Unfortunately no sir. I'm afraid we have reason to believe that Ichiro may have been kidnapped".

Akihito gulped uneasily, "By whom?"

"We don't know sir but we are investigating all sources."

"We will find him." The detective reassured but Akihito knew deep down, if he didn't do anything now, Ichiro was as good as dead.

"You won't" Akihito shook his head angrily, "You and I both know, he's as good as dead. I've seen it, I know how it works. They kidnap children, boys and girls, groom them, drug them up, and sell them on as though they are pieces of meat."

"But no, "Akihito glared,"I won't let that happen to Ichiro. Not on my life, even if it kills me."

Even if I have to face the devil himself

Asami sat inside his car, windows up, smoking his favourite cigar. It feels good to be free he mused. His car was parked outside of Akihito's new place. The place he happens to call home. It was interesting to observe what was going on inside and apart from the normal; there were police cars stationed outside Akihito's apartment. This was unusual to say the least. Hmm Asami thought. Was Akihito that scared of him that he asked for extra protection? Or was it something else entirely? Never the less it didn't sit well with Asami at all.

"The police have been here since morning, Asami." Kirishima informed

Asami continued to stare outside of the window, recalling Akihito's words, 'I love you' he knew it was all a lie then, a façade to bring him down. Asami knew if it had been someone else, that person would be swimming in Tokyo bay by now. However no, not Akihito, not yet at least.

"Find out why…I want to know what Akihito has been up to."

"Ok boss."

Asami exhaled the last of his cigar, "Take me back to the penthouse."

Kirishima started the car; he couldn't help but feel sorry for Akihito. He knew it would not be long before Asami finally confronted him, after all revenge is a dish best served cold.

Ichiro tip toed quietly to the door, he was startled awake by loud shouting. Someone didn't seem too happy. He jumped back scared when the door blasted open. Ichiro froze, fear taking over instantly.

"What were you doing?" the man sneered.

It wasn't the same man who had brought him. This man was taller; he looked a lot terrifying than the one before.

"N-nothing," Ichiro squeaked.

The man moved forward quickly, making Ichiro stumble backwards in fright, "Come here you little shit."

Ichiro pushed his hands forwards, hitting the man in his face, "Why you little ba-

"What the HELL are you doing Kanu?"

It was the man who had brought him here, glaring at his comrade.

"He was eavesdropping." Kanu sneered back.

The man chuckled, "He's a five year old. He's hardly going to know what the hell you guys were talking about….unless you were talking about him." His eyes narrowed.

"What were you talking about?"

Kanu narrowed his eyes, "Nothing of importance Lee. You brought the brat here; make sure he doesn't get in the way of our plans."

"Get out" Lee growled.

The door slammed shut, leaving Ichiro to sigh in relief.

"H-he was going to h-hit me." Ichiro whispered quietly.

"Good thing I came in when I did then. He could have hurt you real bad." Lee took his cell phone out of his pocket, clicking record.

"I want to go home, please," Ichiro burst into tears.

"Do you miss your Daddy?" Lee asked, smirking to himself.

"Daddyyyy" Ichiro cried, "I want my daddy, PLEASE. I want to go home. DADDY" He balled out furiously. Ichiro wiped at his face, his eyes red from crying and his body shaking with tears.

Lee pressed stop, saving the video, knowing it would come in handy soon. He moved towards Ichiro, cleaning his face with a tissue.

"It's alright kid. Once your daddy finishes my work, you can go home." He promised

Akihito glanced at his phone curiously, new message. Please say it's Ichiro. He opened the message reading it, 'Maybe this will help speed things up' it read. Akihito frowned, fear instantly seeping in. There was an attachment with the message, Akihito clicked it open. It was a video, no was Akihito's final thought as the video played out.

I want my daddy, PLEASE. I want to go home. DADDY

Ichiro was huddled in a corner, his eyes red, his hair a mess. His son's body shook with loud sniffles; his face was wet with a mixture of snot and tears. His son was crying out for him, for his daddy, yet his dad did not have the balls to face Asami.

Ichiro, my baby.

Akihito couldn't contain his tears, as they streamed down his face. His phone dropped to the floor, breaking him out of his stupor. Akihito scrambled up from the floor, racing into his office. He opened the locker; reaching at the bottom he grabbed a file. Asami Ryuichi. Akihito grabbed the phone from his desk, dialling rapidly he waited.

"Hello Akihito,"

Akihito sucked in a deep breath; it has been such a long time since he had heard this voice.

"I n-need your h-help. It's I-Ichiro….h-he's been t-taken."

Feedback is welcome. To be continued...