Not on a set time frame, but definitely after NT arc.
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Takaba Akihito stepped out the front door of the building with the look of one who had not accomplished anything they wanted that day. As if a to-do list had been made and nothing on it fulfilled. In other words, he looked pissed
Walking down the wet sidewalk, he froze and pressed himself to the nearest wall, what was left of a hope to just go home and snooze vanishing with the last rays of the morning. Damn, one of His goons was waiting. And he'd brought the limo.
'I just do not feel up to it today,' muttered Takaba, 'Do not ruin day, you bastard.' momentarily forgetting that his day had already been ruined by a barrage of bad luck and depressing weather.
He snuck a look around around the corner to see if he had been spotted and let out of sigh of relief. They hadnt seen him yet. 'I'll just sneak around the back of the building and...' his thoughts interrupted by a solid build pressing into his back as he was inching his way into the alley.
He didn't have to glance behind him to know it was one of Asami's men.
"Let me guess, Takaba said glaringly," you won't take no for an answer?" A firm grip on both his arms and a grunt gave him all the answer he needed, all the answer he was going to get.
The limo was luxurious as always. Takaba casually lounged in the middle seat with the two goons sitting on either side of him.
And Asami was nowhere to be seen.
"You drag me away from my work and he doesnt even show up? Where is that bastard?!" As usual he recieved no reply. Either they had been ordered not to talk to him or.. they had been ordered not to talk to him.
Takaba fumed for awhile and then began to pretend to be looking out the window as the nicer side of Tokyo flashed by. He was secretly taking in the goons. Escape was still on option running through his mind and his hopes lifted as he realized he hadnt seen these two men before. They wouldn't know what he was capable of, how desperate he was to get away. When he got in the vehicle he had noted that the limo was almost out of gas, a careless mistake on their part, but another good thing for him. If luck was on his side they would have to refill the tank before the picked up the Bastard.
He knew that as soon as Asami showed up, all escape was fuitle.
As luck would have it, they must have been running on fumes because the driver pulled into the next available gas station and got out to begin filling up the limo. Takaba knew this would be his chance, probably his only chance. Letting Asami do whatever he wanted... he shuddered inwardly just thinking about it.
He gave goon number one his most childish expression. "I'm bored. Can i stretch my legs? Pleeease?" A few seconds later he was standing outside the limo pretending to ease his muscles from an uncomfortable car ride.
He glanced at the guard again, careful to keep his expression stupid. "You're new here aren't you?" a look of surprise penetrated the face of the expressionless guard. Takaba couldn't hold it anymore and flashed a grin. "Bet your wondering how I knew that right?" He leaned closer. "Like ... this" he punched the guard right in the stomach and took off running as newbie guard number one fumbled to the floor.
Since sprinting was required quite a lot for a journalist of his caliber he made it a fair ways down the road. Hope and adrenaline began to pump through him and he grinned as he thought of the look on Asamis face when he realized that his beloved 'pet' had escaped...
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"I see you tried to escape." Asami said as he gracefully got in the car, stepping over Akihito's stiffening form on the floor.
"Mmmm Mmmf!" Came the only reply. Takaba was laying stretched out across the seats of the limo with his hands, legs, and mouth wrapped in a layer duct tape. Despite his self confidence, he hadn't made it a ten feet before getting caught and dragged back to the limo. Turns out the "new guards" he had seen were actually ex-olympic runners now hired by Asami. They had sprinted after and grabbed him up in no time and pulled out the ducktape, ignoring Akihito's vocal protests.
Asami smirked at the explanation from the guards, at the pleading eyes of Akihito as he knew what came next, what always came next. He leaned repositioned Aki over his lap and leaned closer to the pale face of his cute lover and whispered. "You'll pay for that tonight."