AN: Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites. The threesome will take a little time to form since I want Asami and Harry to have a little 'bonding time'. Yeah, you know what that means.

Disclaimer: Asami owns all.

Warnings: Refer to first chapter.

{Not Quite}

Bloody hell, was Asami clairvoyant or something? That was the only explanation for how the Yazuka seemed to know exactly where he was.

He dared a peek over the bushes he was currently hiding in and quickly surveyed the situation. A familiar bodyguard stood next to a highly expensive sports car a few feet away, a scarily familiar sports car.

Harry snarled softly in irritation and hid back behind the bushes. Didn't the bastard have a brat to mess with? Why was the Yazuka searching for him like he had three months ago?

If only he didn't have a horde of worshipers waiting to pounce on him back in England, then he wouldn't be in this mess. Alas Japan was one of the only places that didn't have witches and wizards panting at his door, they actually respected his privacy.

But, he mused silently, he could sort of understand where they were coming from. He was pretty sure defeating a mass murder and saving the world was a big deal, still he hated all the attention it brought on him.

What was worse? Obsessive fans or a perverted beast?

He paused; now that was a question worth thinking about.

The Yazuka had a fascination with tying him up and fucking him senseless until the sun came up, and after a few nights it had even made him tired. While his fans would swarm him within seconds with awe struck eyes and proclamations of love the moment he stepped into Diagon Alley.

Why couldn't he just have a normal life? Preferably one where he could walk the streets and not have to worry about being attacked.

If only he could use his magic to get away, but muggles weren't allowed to know about magic that was the law. Merlin only knew what would happen if Asami knew he could use magic. The Yazuka was already too interested in him already.

Deciding it was a good idea not to linger any longer Harry made his way through the bushes with the ease of an experienced solider. The many years of running away from Death Eaters helped ones skill in getting away without being noticed rise considerably.

"Asami?! What are you doing here?"

He froze at the loud voice and instinctually prepared himself to fight with everything he had.

"Akihito."

Ah, so it was Asami's new toy. Slightly curious Harry maneuvered his body so he could take a peek at the brat. Brown hair spiked slightly with a well fit body, he could already tell that the brat was Asami's type.

Excitement bubbled up inside of him at the sight, perhaps Asami was here to meet the brat instead of looking for him and Harry was being too self-centered. There was no way Asami would still be looking for him, not after three months of Harry slipping through his fingers.

He dug his fingers into the dirt a grin starting to form on his fingers. He felt bad for the brat that Asami had set his eyes on, unlike Harry the brat wasn't able to use magic and hide himself from the clutches of the beast. But from the sounds of it, the brat could take care of himself.

Quite suddenly there was a shadow looming over him, and he felt another's presence hovering above him. Years of experience in battle allowed him to push his body up and vault over the bushes and away from the reaching hands within seconds. He landed in a crouch on the side walk, his eyes narrowed as he realized his mistake.

Asami had two bodyguards that were always around, how could he have been so stupid?

A car door opened and closed and Harry turned his gaze to glare at the form slowly making his way out of the car. Asami was just as dark and dangerous as he remembered, especially with that smirk on his face.

"Glad you could finally make it, Harry." The Yazuka almost purred his golden eyes sharp as they scanned his figure. "It's been far too long."

Harry masked his irritation with a carefully blank face, Asami loved messing with people and making them snap and he wasn't about to give the bastard any pleasure. "Bastard."

Asami simply smirked.

"Who are you?" The brat finally spoke up, his blue eyes wide as he stared.

Harry switched his gaze back and forth between the two, he could be blunt and tell the brat the truth but then it would most likely make the Yazuka think he had won. "Someone who is about to leave." He replied and turned away to do just that.

"Kirishima."

He quickly spun on heel out of the bodyguards reach and trotted over to the brat, before he got the hell out of dodge he had to say something.

He locked gazes with the brat and gave him a soft smile. "Good luck brat." A blush formed on the brats' face and Harry nodded in approval. Yeah, Asami would definitely forget about him and focus on the brat, especially with looks like that.

With full intentions of completely ignoring the bastard and walking off into the sunset, like in some movies he watched, Harry strode away.

Then of course the second bodyguard, who he conveniently forgot about again, tackled him and he face planted into the ground.

Bloody hell.

{Not Quite}

AN: I hope this chapter answered some questions, until next time. Any mistakes are my own.