Yamane Ayano is the great mind behind the finder series and its characters, I don't own anything but a burst of inspiration. all reviews, positive criticism welcome. Sorry about any missed words sometimes my brain engages faster than my fingers.

Hi everyone I know that I have been updating pretty often but I can't promise to keep it up. At the moment I have Finder on the brain. And the result is I just can't stop writing. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4 - Into the Dragon's Den

'That man has more lives than a cat' All Asami had to do was die. Suzumebachi was growing extremely frustrated at his lack of progress, he knew that Asami would be a difficult opponent , so frustrated in fact was he that he had abandoned the initial stage of his plan and brought forward the final stage. He had also done this partially out of desperation; he had spent far more time on Asami than he originally planed. With all his other targets the plan had been both simple and effective. Destabilise them psychologically to the point their paranoia consumes them resulting then in two possible outcomes. The first is that the target cuts themselves off due to fear of being betrayed and lone target is always easy kill. The second is that they become blinded by rage and lash out without thinking resulting in a mistake ripe for exploitation. However in the case of Asami none of this was occurring.

No matter what damage he did to Asami's operations it barely seemed to slow him down, it was more like Asami was using Suzumebachi's activities to highlight any flaws within his organisation. Flaws that were swiftly corrected. His cover was at least holding, for the past three months he had been living as Mitsuya Kenji, he found work as a bartender in a club called Medea. To further his cover he even started a relationship with the owner Shidou Ayame. She wasn't a bad woman but like many others she had corrupted herself to survive.

Akihito sat in his room his history homework lay forgotten, he was bent over a sketch pad totally engage in the scene he was creating , a ship wreck, with a raging storm in the sky and in the foreground a single had reaching for the sky. Akihito loved to draw ever since he could remember. His phone started to ring, wiping his charcoal stained fingers on his jeans he picks up the phone "Oba-chan."

"Hello my adorable little gaki."

"What do you want know?"

"How do you know I want anything?"

"By the tone of your voice."

"I need you to paint me something to hang on the wall of my club. There's a stain on the wall I want to cover up, I put a plant in front of it but I can still see it."

"Why don't you just paint over it?"

"I can't be bothered. When you're a world famous artist just think about how much money it''ll be worth as one of your earliest works."

"Why do I always let you twist my arm?"

"Because you love me, come round my place about half past one and I'll make lunch and will talk about the painting. And I want to introduce you to Kenji san."

"So I finally get to meet this guy, you keep put use on different shifts."

"Well I couldn't just introduce any guy to the most important man in my life could I?"

"You do know that you're still married right?"

"So what that bastard has probably shacked up with some stick thin air head with silicon stuffed down her chest! Kenji 's not bothered so there's no problem."

"Alright I get the message I'll see you then."

Suzumebachi couldn't stand the people here the majority of them have all sold their souls to some extent. Ayame wasn't to bad she was sweet and honest, but she to had corrupted herself, as she pandered to the petty lusts and vices of the very individuals he had sworn to destroy. 'How could anything pure survive here' nothing or so he Ayame had introduced him to Takaba Akihito.

The boy was beautiful and not just on the outside, his inner beauty shone for all to see. Suzumebachi could tell the boy's life was hard, for one survivor can always spot another. 'Maybe this is why I've been kept here to protect him, to save him'. Takaba was not innocent in the ways of the world but he possessed such a pure kind of inner strength that Suzumebachi felt that it had to be preserved at all costs. He listened as Takaba and Ayame talked. Wither the boy knew it all or not it was clear that he possessed an innate charisma that kind of charisma that draws others to you and makes them want to be with you. And living around here Suzumebachi dreaded to think what kind of people he would attract with his doe eyes and perfect mouth. His cock hardened at the thought of Takaba's perfect mouth and pink tongue. But he would not touch him; he wasn't like those perverts who forced them selves onto another person. No worshiping him form afar would be enough. He know knew he couldn't leave, by staying he would not just be able to protect Takaba but all the over people from the scum that would fight for Asami's crown. He would be able to protect Akihito from those unworthy of him and from those who would take advantage of him. He couldn't be with Akihito if anyone found out who his was and what Akihito was to him the boy would be in danger.

Three days later

Akihito washed his brushes and stood back to admire his work, he'd decide with Oba-chan on a painting a deception of Medea. After all the club did bare her name, once the canvas had dried he'd call Aya-chan and decide on a time to deliver it. It was seven thiry and he decided to get on with that history homework he put off. The apartment was quite except for the sound of the neighbours through the walls. His mother and Iwaki, who had set a record of still being around 2 months after he first turned up, were out.

And what ever they were up to the result was that Mariko had come into rather a lot of money. She paid off a plethora of bills, he was curious as to how she got this much money but she gave him some and he needed some new clothes so he decided that maybe it was better not to ask. He had asked Ayame if she had hear anything about how his mother got her new found wealth , he also thought about asking Kou's sister Rin who always was a fountain of information but though better of it as she was gossip Queen. Ayame didn't but she promised to keep the finder's ears to the ground. The Finders were the nickname of many of those who worked at Medea. They all had their own ways of finding information from their patrons and clients. For it was Ayame's maxim that in life you always should have something to trade , and the information gathered by her Finders had gotten her out of a trouble many times. Takaba was not sure what to make of Mitsuya Kenji. He seemed nice enough but it felt contrived to Akihito, but then maybe he was just being nice to him to impress Aya chan.

His phone went off making him jump "Hello"

"Akihito"

"What's wrong?" His aunt's voice did not contain its usual cheerful tone.

"I found out your mum and Iwaki teme have become so flush recently. They have been pulling a scam."

"What kind of scam?"

"One of the oldest in the book. She lures some well to do idiot to a hotel room, then right in the middle of them going at it Iwaki burst in playing the outraged pimp/boyfriend, while taking a few pictures for good measure. Then they threaten to send them to guy's wife or the press if the victim doesn't pay them."

"I can understand Iwaki doing something like this but how could my Mum be that stupid?"

"Knowing Mariko very easily .Look there's more, the latest guy they tried to pull this scam on is some high flying up and coming politician. This guy has certain connections and asked them no doubt for a price to fix the problem. Both your Mum and Iwaki were picked up by some suits a couple hours ago and that's the last anyone's seen them since."

"Why did you wait till now to tell me Aya?"

"I only just found out myself."

"So whose men picked them up?"

"Akihito"

"Who's Aya?"

"Asami Ryuichi's."

"Where can I find him?"

"He operates out a club called Sion... No way Takaba Akihito forget it! Mariko will never grow up if you keep bailing her out! She'll just drag you down with her! Just stay where you are she'll comeback with a couple bruises at best and it'll teach her a lesson. Akihito! Akihito! 'The damn brat has hung up on me!' Ayame was right he should just leave his mother to face the consequences of her actions. But she's his mother and that simple fact overrides every logical argument. Ayame grabbed her coat, purse and ran out of Medea like a bat out of hell

Asami strode through Sion on his way to what promised to be a mind numbly dull social event. The doors opened the guards tensed up and so did Suoh and Kirishima. Asami began to laugh his laughter rang out into the night. "It's good to see you again my little Samaritan."