Having no internet gets you busy... or extremely bored. At least I had my phone or I'd probably would've gone nuts. Well four months without house internet has kept me busy...ish and hopefully I'll be posting new material soon. ;). Enjoy the chapter!

Akihito's skull was throbbing like someone had decided to play basketball on his head. Two words: not pleasant. With a soft groan, Akihito opened his eyes, glad the room was dim. Looking around, the room was bare and the floor was concrete. The only thing in the room was a door that he guessed lead out… somewhere.

When he tried to sit up, Akihito found that his arms were bound behind him and chained to the floor. A giant pad lock kept him in place. With some difficulty, he managed to sit up into a kneeling position, that was as far as the chain let him.

Absolutely annoyed, Akihito really scrutinized the room. A part of the wall to his right was different from the rest of the room. A window, he guessed, patched over to keep the natural light from giving him a time of day. The soft light over head was just a generic room light and didn't do anything to sooth him.

He knew this approach all too well. Silence and ignorance to the world can drive a normal person mad. Luckily, Akihito was not normal. He may not see it, but he knew he was being watched. So, he got as comfortable as he could and began mentally going through the correct way to clean each of his cameras. Then he moved onto what each lenses was used best for and what light was best to use them. When he was done with that, he began to recall every job he ever completed with his cameras.

He had gone through almost two years of jobs before he heard the key enter the lock and the door opened. The one who opened the door stepped back into the hall and a beat later a man stepped into the room, smirking as if he had gotten everything he wanted.

This man looked to be in his early 50's with salt and pepper hair. He had a sturdy build for an older man and a hardened face to match. He had cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce Akihito's very heart, but the blonde refused to flinch or look away from those eyes. He couldn't show a lick of weakness. Not if this man was anything like he once was. And Akihito had a feeling that he hadn't changed a bit.

"Gyukudo." The older man sneered.

"Takaba," Gyukudo spoke his name with venom before letting out a huff of laughter. "I should have known you'd remember my tactics. You're not going to be so easy to break."

"As if I'd break to a broken man." For a man in his 50's, he could still make Akihito's head spin as he sent a flying kick to his head. But the only reaction he gave was spitting on the concrete floor to rid his mouth of blood. He barely even winced as his hair was roughly grabbed and he was forced to turn to the livid man.

"And who was it the broke me?! Hmm?" He shook the blondes head. "Who was the little snitch who destroyed everything I had built?!"

"And I'd do it all over again if given the chance." Gyukudo smiled menacingly as he let go of Akihito's blonde hair.

"Oh, but my boy, you won't get the chance. You will rot here until you die. All the while, I'll turn you into the perfect little plaything. I'll make sure of it." Gyukudo felt as if he had won when he saw the flicker of fear that slashed across Akihito's eyes, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. In its place Akihito's fire that he was so known for took over and the blonde laughed.

"Oh, but I already took my chance. Yama-san has probably already found the file that I've kept on you for the last six years. I always knew you'd come after me so I made sure Yama-san would find it and you'd loose everything all over again." Gyukudo looked murderously at the blonde, but Akihito continued. "Face it, Gyukudo; you've lost to a child all over again."

The older man looked as if he was about to breath fire and strangle the young blonde. But then took a deep breath and smirked.

"So what if Yamazaki knows what I've been up to? It's not as if he doesn't already know what I've done. Besides, it won't save you either. You will still be mine to do with as I please." For a moment the room was silent before Akihito began to chuckle. Then he threw back his head and barked out laughter.

"I wouldn't underestimate my resources. Yama-san isn't the only one with that file." Gyukudo was confused for a moment before he understood what Akihito was implying.

"What, you think that yakuza is going to save you?" That man and I are not so different. He cares nothing for you."

"He's nothing like you." Akihito growled.

"He's an arms dealer and a king pin of the underworld. Honestly he reminds me of the man I once was when I was his age."

"You've never even been half the man he is. And you're wrong, Asami will come for me. If not because he cares for me, then because he is a possessive man. He doesn't like it when his things are touched." Akihito smirked not only to annoy Gyukudo, but at the irony of what he was saying. Who knew the bastards words would fit so perfectly into his speech?

"We'll see." Gyukudo sneered before a dark look took over his features. "In the meantime," The older man snapped his fingers and three men stepped into the room. "I'll let you all get acquainted." Turning to his own men, Gyukudo addressed them. Do what you want, but not the face. I want to see his pain." With that Gyukudo was gone.

Akihito swallowed nervously but didn't show any fear as the three men approached him with cruel smiles and smirks. Akihito could only hope that Kirishima could track him down and Asami would be there soon.

It had been roughly four hours since Akihito had been taken and Kirishima was still tracking the car that contained the younger man in the trunk. Akihito had been right when he said that he now had access to almost every camera in Tokyo. The 'few exceptions' included federal buildings and embassies. Other than that, it was free rein.

After putting together a team like Asami had asked, Suoh had come in and sat with Kirishima to watch the footage just to be sure he didn't miss anything. Yama had burned everything he needed onto a disk earlier and was waiting at the station for a court order as soon as Asami sent him the location that Akihito was being held. Asami was waiting on the other side of the room next to the computers Yama had been using.

At first he had no intentions of looking, but the waiting was getting to him. So finally, Asami broke down and started snooping through the files that weren't password protected. Which were, not surprisingly, very few.

Eventually he came across one that seemed suspicious… 4s4m1 8y01ch1… it was last accessed about two days ago. Clicking on it, a password window popped up with the clue underneath. And for some reason he wasn't totally surprised.

"Dinner this evening… Lunch tomorrow… Dinner tomorrow." My response? All Asami could do was shake his head.

Still working

Instantly the folder opened. The creation date was the date not long after him and Akihito had met, but the password wasn't set until the day after they had met in the café. So the file had been opened to the police department at one point. But that it is password protected now, means Akihito was hiding something from them… but what?

The beginning of the file was just some generic facts about him that Akihito could've even gotten off his license. A few more facts followed, some of which Asami didn't even know that Akihito knew. Facts include where he had grown up, his parents, the schools he had gone to and his degrees from B University. And these continued for a page or two.

The file then moved on to notes that Akihito had made about him. How he liked his coffee, what certain expressions told him. The boy was extremely observant. Some of the things he had noted only Kirishima or Suoh knew because they had known each other for so long.

After a while the file sort of turned into some sort of rant entry. Akihito went on complaining about the things he couldn't stand about him. Such as the kitten nickname he had given him or the fact that Asami had already figured out that food was a good bribe that almost always worked on him.

The entries that most intrigued him were the ones made between the café meeting and the day he had to save Akihito from Tachi's man. From the way they were written, Akihito was either complaining about him, or trying to make sense of the attraction he felt for him. Now Asami could understand why Akihito had placed a password on it. He didn't want others to see what he thought about their relationship… if you could even call it that.

One entry in particular caught his eye.

After seeing Asami at the café, I can't help but wonder what is really going through his head. He wanted to have a meal with me, and even suggested lunch, so sex can't be the only thing he wants. But now I am even more confused. If he doesn't keep bothering me just for the sex, then why?

Surely if it was because I was entertaining or a change of pace, he could find someone who would be more cooperative. So why does he insist on bothering with me? And then I can't help but wonder about myself. Why do I let him bother me at all? I could just ignore him and he would eventually get bored. But at the same time I don't want to do that.

So what is it that he wants? And more importantly, what do I want?

Finished reading that entry, Asami sat back and thought about it. Akihito had put a lot of thought into everything and Asami didn't really know how to respond. He hadn't thought about Akihito as just a sex toy, nor did he see him as a form of entertainment. The blonde had been right to assume that he could have gotten either from someone who didn't call him a bastard, but at the same time he didn't want to.

He was perfectly content with Akihito around. He didn't need to keep up any sort of appearance in front of him. And on top of that, Akihito made it easy for him to relax. He wasn't like any of those women who just wanted his money, or the men who just didn't want to get killed. He was himself and he didn't care who saw. He also didn't give anyone the time of day that was any less real than he was.

And that was when Asami realized why he gravitated towards Akihito. He could be real with him because Akihito himself was not afraid to be who he was. He had no reason to be fake for anybody. Not even a King Pin of the underworld like himself. And that was all Asami ever wanted. He just didn't realize that what he needed to shed his masks, was a blonde photographer that wasn't afraid to help him slip them off.

"Asami-sama." Asami was brought out of his thoughts when Kirishima called him from his spot in front of his computers.

"Did you find him?" Asami asked as he stood and approached the two.

"Yes. By the looks of it, they had traded cars twice while transporting him, but they finally stopped at an abandoned home in the suburbs of Shinjuku. I have the address here and we can retrieve him at any moment." Asami nodded.

"Let's go get him." Kirishima typed the address into his phones GPS and then reset the program as Akihito had instructed. That way when Yamazaki gets his men down here to look for Akihito, they think they will be starting it on their own. Meanwhile, Asami will have already been on the way and Akihito will be safe.

While Kirishima was resetting the program, Asami went back to the computer that held the file that Akihito had made of him. Pulling the keyboard closer he added an entry of his own. Saving and closing the file, Asami stood and followed Kirishima and Suoh out the door and to the front of the building.

Kirishima was already on the phone with the team that Suoh had pulled together and decided on a point on the way to the suburbs that they would converge to save time. Suoh had already prepped himself for anything, so Asami prepared by fitting a bullet proof vest on and making sure both his guns and two extra clips were full and at the ready. Keeping the number of bullets in mind was one of the earliest lessons you learned when you were on the streets. The lesson never leaves you either.

Please review guys and stay awesome! Hope you're having a great day/night(in my case because it's 3AM here) and I'll see you all soon now that I can afford house internet! ...Being an adult sucks... even a 19 year old one... grrr...