AN: Although it is a bit short compared to last chapter, I thought this is a good stopping point. Next up, the meeting between the two! Hmm, should I up the rating next? Please enjoy!


Part 8:

"It would be in your best interest to forget this entire evening, owner. Do not under any circumstances pursue the subject of tonight's meeting. Do you understand?"

Kirishima had given similar debriefings before. He was rather relieved to do so given how the owner was one of the lucky few who survived an interrogation with Asami Ryuichi unscathed. The secretary suspected the light tap of Asami-sama's backhand was for show. If he was capable of blushing, his face would have showcased his folly.

Perhaps he may have over step in taking precautionary measures, but Kirishima believes in preparing for the worst case scenario. It would be suicide not to. Death in their business is a daily looming factor. He was slightly disappointed in his miscalculation of the boss' behavior. Though it only made him more determine to serve Asami-sama to the best of his abilities. He would leave the matter at that.

The owner, however, couldn't and spoke his grievances.

"B—but my camera and my door, they're—"

Kirishima's harden demeanor silenced the shop owner immediately.

The secretary was about to compensate the fellow accordingly but the greedy son-of-a-bitch beat him to it. He decided to extend his word of advice.

"The camera is confiscated for evidence."

He pauses, daring the fool to disagree.

The shop owner bit the inside of his cheek and gave a single firm nod.

Satisfied that he finally gain the man's obedience, a glint of malice reflected off Kirishima's glasses before he continues.

"As for your door…after having personally tested out your security, Asami-sama suggests you increase your vigilance. However, Sion group would oblige you in the near future with further testing if any word from tonight leaks out. A contract can be drafted against you post-haste. Be assured we would be quite thorough in our evaluation."

A quick swallow and a sloppy wipe of his sweating forehead later, the owner was quick to reply.

"Oh— oh, um… there's no need for that. I'm most thankful for Asami-sama's help and concern. But I wouldn't want to burden any further. Thank you for your visit."

And the man gave a formal deep bow before he straightens, turn about face and flew through the front door with a loud clack to shut it closed.

Satisfied with the outcome, the corners of Kirishima's lips lifted up just a miniscule. It was enough a telltale sign that cause Suoh's own stoic face to break. The man actually lifted a brow.

The world seems to have stood still.

A gust of wind wafted between the two. Both were caught in the act. Both didn't know what to do or what to say.

"I didn't pay you two to stare at each other. Get in, the both of you. There's been a sighting and I intend to catch my prey."

Flustered, Kirishima hurries to join Asami-sama in the black luxury sedan. Likewise, Suoh shakes off the expression and opens the driver side door. He straps in and awaits his order.

"To Club Fetish."

Both assistant swivel their heads to their boss. They couldn't have heard the man correctly.

Kirishima spoke the words for the both of them.

"…That is one of yours and is not known to the public. What would he be doing there sir?"

Asami-sama pauses to consider his response. The secretary had a feeling that the question was just as puzzling to his boss as it was to them. And his next word confirmed it.

"Indeed."


As the car sped off to its next destination. Asami couldn't help but ponder over the information he's learned thus far. This cat and mouse chase involving his lover didn't have the same flavor as their previous encounters. There was nothing usual about his movements. They were sporadic and digressing, as if no goal in mind. The whole disappearance act in itself was unfounded and pointless. Asami wasn't sure the boy was trying to evade him or some other criminal group this time. He wasn't even sure the boy was trying at all, though his people had a hard time trying to locate him for the past two weeks. However, now that he's thought about it, if they weren't looking for the usual patterns from previous experiences, mayhap Takaba wouldn't have been so hard to find.

What compounded his confusion further was seeing the boy on video. The break in facial expression caused him concern. That particular cunning look had never grace the boy's face before. Let alone him wearing it like an old pair of gloves. It made Asami question his own judgment regarding the harmless nature of the boy.

When Takaba moved about the shop, it causes Asami to further scrutinize his observation. There was something different about it. Gone was the athletic ease in the walk. In its place the steps taken were purposeful. And when the boy took his prize from the vault behind the picture and waltzed off in the alley, that swagger was undeniable.

It was not Takaba.

He didn't know what game the boy is playing. Or how he's managing to pull the wool over Asami's eyes for so long. The crime lord intends to catch his elusive lover and enjoy every minute of the interrogation. For one thing is certain, his interest is piqued.


It took him a bit of manipulation in asking the right people, for him to pick the right pocket and receive a membership card into Club Fetish. There are similar establishments that cater to his type of needs, but none this discreet nor have services this spectacular.

She was a plump little thing. Not one of those skinny bitches and pubescent-looking boys that vied for his attention the minute he walked through the doors. He picked her out immediately and requested a private VIP room.

She was good. Cute even. The fuzzy fox ears worn with a tiara were almost believable. The buzzing fluffy tail she demonstrated the insertion earlier was of the few items she still wore. What turned him on the most were the gloved paws wrapped around the base of his member while her head bob expertly up and down. Her dimples would peak out every so often.

Ah! Almost there.

He'd never dreamt that his favorite fantasy was being enacted. What wonders Tokyo can offer. The young man was so enjoying his time.

Oh Kami, she is good!

One of his hands grip the side of the lounge sofa with intensity as his other hand tangled in her hair. Occasionally he would stroke the fur ears as if they were real and guide her movements to his liking.

He was very close.

Sweat drip down his temple as the young man bit his lower lip and closed his eyes in concentration. He writhes and jerks on the leather sofa.

Her efforts increase with the tempo of the background music.

He hardly notices.

It was within reach. He could begin to see the bright white blankness behind his eyelids. A few more pumps and he would…

Her movement stopped. More like someone had ripped the bitch off of him at a crucial moment.

A low growl emits from his throat.

His face flush, shirt and pants splayed open for all to see. He was the very picture of debauchery. He took a moment to compose himself.

The young man then releases a sigh, leans his head back and breathes in deeply. Slowly his lids rise to half mast and fell upon a pair of cold golden eyes.

The man better have a death wish.


To Reviewer:

Chickie434- Hmm. I hope this explains a little more of Asami's thoughts. The confrontation or meeting is up next. As for Feilong making an appearance, I'm not too sure about that. Thanks for reading.