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Title: Aftermath

Disclaimer: Asami
and co. and Viewfinder belong to Ayano Yamane. I only borrow. Do not sue. Author�s notes: Sorry for the long, long delay. Post Hong Kong arc.
Spoilers for Naked Truth chapters, up to NT07. Uhm, enjoy? Going to try to fit this
in ten or so chapters. Some father and son interaction today, with a little bit
more on the plot.

Ratings: PG-13 to NC-17? Oh hell, there�s going to be smex in the
future chapters. So be warned. Violence, gore, yada, yada.

Pairings: Asami x Takaba, Fei x Takaba (flashbacks)

Summary: Because just like the morning after, the aftermath can
be a bitch. Choices must be made, and in the end, you find out �happily ever
after� is just another lie.

Chapter III: Inevitable Promises

Focus. Adust. Click. Snap. Change angle. Focus. Adust.
Click. Snap.

�Good angle,� Akihito�s father said. Akihito lifted his
gaze from his viewfinder to find his father looming behind him. His father then
peered at his digital SLR�s monitor, squinting his eyes as he scrutinized Akihito�s
latest shot. �Good lighting as well. The contrast between the wisteria�s purple
spikes and the green leaves really shows.�

Akihito smiled at his father, flushing slightly. His
father was in a good mood today. Takaba Kyoshiro did not give praise lightly,
even to his own son.

His father reached out and touched one of the purple
spikes hanging from one of the thick, twisting vines, a gentle gesture that
took Akihito aback. �I met your mother in the Sankei-en, under this arbor. On
our first anniversary, I gave her a cutting from one of the wisteria plants
here. That�s the one we have at the house.�

�Oh.� Akihito briefly surveyed their surroundings. The
flowering of the wisteria was in full swing in the Sankei-en, with every vine
heavily laden with masses of big, fat, long purple blossoms. It wasn�t a
surprise so many people came to look at the flowers; they were so beautiful and
delicate, and from afar it looked like there was a purple cloud aloft in arbor.

His father�s lips curved to a small smile. He pointed to
a small wooden bench not far from here they stood. �She was sitting there the
first time I saw her, sketching.� A soft look stole into his father�s eyes as
he spoke.

�And you watched her every day,� Akihito said, somewhat
bemused at the sight of his father reminicing. He knew the story of course. How
many times had he begged his mother to tell him? His father, however, rarely
talked about it. �Mom said you kept on watching her until she got annoyed and
approached you herself, demanding why you were stalking her.�

Snorting back laughter, his father adjusted the strap of
his camera and gave him a baleful glance. �You mother has always been too bold
for her own good.�

A cloud passed over them, darkening their surroundings
for a brief moment. Kyoshiro looked up at the sky, frowing at the sight of
thick puffy cotton clouds massing in the distance. �Looks like we�ll be losing
our light soon. We should pack up.� He picked up the tripod beside him, folding
it neatly. As he reached for his camera case, he gave Akihito a pointed look.
�You should hurry up, so you can finish here and you can attend to whatever
that�s been making you nervous all day.�

�I wasn�t nervous. I was just looking for a good spot to
shoot.� Damn. He should have known his father would notice that he�s been
acting strange throughout the shoot. His father didn�t get to be one of the
best photographers in Japan if he�d lacked observation skills.

He�d been so tense and worried all day that his
concentration had been shot to pieces. Most of his earlier shots had been
disasters�flash in the wrong setting, incorrect adjustment of the lens, bad
angles. He had to reshoot them (thank the gods for digital SLR cameras), unless
he wanted to face his old man�s wrath. It wasn�t till a hour or so of paranoia
that he�s been able to relax a bit to take decent shots.

With the woman�s threat still fresh in his mind, Akihito
couldn�t help make brief, darting glances at his surrounding, eyes sweeping for
the hidden danger and for Asami. It also didn�t help that he�d jump with every
ring of his cellphone. His father didn�t say a word back then, but obviously he
noticed.

It was almost night now, he and his father were still
alive, and Asami hadn�t shown up. Akihito�s stomach, however, was still tied
into tight knots. With Asami, he�d never really know when the man would strike.

The velcro made a loud ripping sound as his father opened
the camera case. He carefully slipped in his camera. �Of course you weren�t
nervous. That�s why you�ve been looking around so much I�m surprised you didn�t
get a stiff neck.� Kyoshiro fixed him with a piercing stare, hazel eyes
shifting into the color of steel, hard and cold. �What have you gotten yourself
into, Akihito?�

�Nothing.�

His father�s gaze didn�t waver, and for a moment Akihito
was uncomfortably reminded of Asami. �The last time you said �nothing�, you had
managed to get embroiled in a drug bust, and your mother and I pulled all sorts
of strings to get you exonerated. What trouble did you get into this time?�

Oh, nothing much, Dad. So far, I�ve
managed to become the sex toy of not one, but two of the most powerful crime
lords in the world, one from China and the other from Japan. The Chinese one
kidnapped me, took me to Hong Kong, and used me as a sex slave and as bait for
his Japanese ex-lover, who, before that, had been using me as a fuck toy, too.
Didn�t you say you liked the tattoo in my hand? I got it from that Chinese
bastard. Then the Japanese brought me back here and discarded me like I�m a
stupid rag. Yes, Dad, your only and firstborn son has turned into a whore to
drug lords, and I sucked their cocks until they came in my mouth like the good
bitch that I am. You�d be proud of me.

And I almost forgot, their rival is
now threatening to kill you and Mom if I don�t cooperate with him.

Akihito almost said the bitter words, but he remembered
the gun pointed at his mother, and the promise whispered in his ear. He
swallowed them, choking them down his throat.

He shrugged. �It�s nothing, Dad. Everything�s okay.�
Looking away, he busied himself with picking up his own tripod.

�Is this about Asami Ryuuichi?�

Knuckles white as he gripped the tripod, his heart
slamming against his chest, Akihito said in his most casual voice, �Asami
Ryuuichi?�

�I know you�ve been sticking your
nose in his business.� A dry smile touched his father�s lips. �Don�t be too
surprised. I do have connections, Akihito. I�ve worked this beat before,
when I was younger. The chase is exciting and addicting, �like a drug that
slowly poisons your senses�, your mother would say. Many young men died because
they didn�t know when to quit.� The smile disappered into a thin, tight line.
�Stay away from Asami. The man is dangerous, and if he finds out you�ve been
meddling in his business, he�ll kill you.�

No. He just tied me up and fucked me senseless, Akihito thought, remembering the first time Asami took
him. He had hurt after that, his body sore and sensitive. He couldn�t sit still
for a few days. It was supposed to end then and there, if only I�d learned
my lesson.

Suddenly, his father grabbed his arm, squeezing so tight
Akihito yelped in pain. He glared at his father, but he faltered when he saw
the flash of fear in his father�s eyes.

�Listen to me, Akihito. Stay. Away.
From. Asami. If not for me, for your mother and your siblings. Your mother has
gone through enough grief with her brother without your own death adding into
it.�

Akihito�s maternal uncle and his wife
had died in a car accident a few weeks ago, turning his cousin into an orphan.
His mother had never said a word to Akihito, preferring to carry her grief in
silence. It had been his father who had told him.

Then his father abruptly released his
arm. �If you�re finished, I�ll be in the garden�s administrative office.�
Without another word, his father strode off with his own equiptment, leaving
behind a bewildered and brusied Akihito.

Does he know?
Akihito took a deep breath. No, if he did I�ll would have gotten more than
this. His fingers brushed against the spot here his father had grabbed him,
and winced at the sudden pain brought by his touch. He�d never seen his father
so furious or afraid before, not even during the worst of Akihito�s delinquent
days.

Perhaps he should have expected some kind of
confrontation with his father; he had been spoiling for one for several days
now. Akihito had come home after being gone for a few months without an
explanation. His mother welcomed him with open arms and a trusting smile, but
his father greeted him him with a a dark scowl and a suspicious look.

He and his father had never been very
close. Takaba Kyoshiro was a quiet, sober man, but quick of temper and blunt of
speech, always away for work when Akihito was growing up. His mother always
said Akihito took much from his father, but for Akihito the only things he and his
father shared were the name, the blood, the eyes, and the passion for
photography. Everything else was Akihito�s own, or from his mother.

I wonder how he would react if he found out what I�ve
done? His father would kill him, he was
sure. Sighing, Akihito finished wrapping up and followed his father to the
administrative office, where they were required to show their shots to the
director of the gardens, who had comissioned the photos for brochures, posters,
and postcards of the Sankei-en.

Akihito thanked the gods that his father had calmed down
a little by the time they showed the shots. After the director and the
caretakers of the gardens pronounced themselves very pleased with their work,
he and his father prepared to go home, but while his father was talking to the
director (who turned out to be an old family friend of his father), a staff, a
young girl a few years younger than him, approached Akihito.

�This is for you, Takaba-san.�

�Who gave this?� The envelope was a short, crisp white,
curiously sealed with red wax. He took it from the girl with some hesitation.

�He didn�t say his name, but it was man in a suit. He
said to give it to you.�

Turning the letter over, he nearly dropped it when he
recognized the handwriting scrawled in a neat, elegant hand. Asami. His
head snapped up, and he quickly scanned his surroundings. No Asami in sight. He
didn�t know whether to be relieved or not.

�Is there something wrong, Takaba-san?� the girl asked.

He smiled tightly at the girl. �Nothing. Thank you for
safekeeping it. When did the man give you this?�

�A while ago, when you were doing your photo shoot.� The
girl giggled, then blushed. �It was a pleasure, really. He was a very handsome
man.�

So it was Asami. He nodded at the girl, who took the hint and left him alone. Heart
pounding, he wasted no time in breaking the seal and taking out the single note
card and the two card keys inside.

On the notecard was the address of the penthouse in one
of the high-class condominiums in Yokohama. Be there at 7:00 p.m, Asami wrote
in his usual imperial manner. The card keys, he presumed, would be for the
elevator and the door.

He had the urge to throw the note and the cards away, but
he remembered the girl. He wants you. He will come for you. A
strange thrill ran up his spine, and Akihito would be liar if he said that it
had nothing to do with the promise of meeting Asami again.

Akihito glanced over his shoulder at his father, waiting
for him to take a breath from talking with the director before asking, �Dad,
I�m going now. I have some things to take care of.�

His father gave him a long, steady look, as if he knew
what he was up to. �As you wish,� he said finally. �Be home early. Your mother
called earlier, by the way. She has a surprise for you.�

�A surprise?� He blinked. His birthday wasn�t until a few
days from now. �Why are you telling me if it is supposed to be a surprise?�

His father smiled. �To prepare yourself. You�ll know what
I mean soon enough.��

Baffled, he gave his father a brief wave and got into a
waiting bus. Today was his moment of reckoning. He would not be late for
it.�

~*~*~*~

Asami Ryuuichi pored over the documents his men had given
him as cigarette smoke swirled around him in thick, deadly clouds. His driver
was extremly skilled, and he sped through the Yokohama streets as swift and
smoothly as a well-shot arrow.

When Asami had finished reading, he placed the folders
beside him as he ruthlessly crushed his cigarette against the ashtray, then he
lit a new one. This would be his last cigarette for the day.

So his suspicions had been correct. Someone had been
going past his routes and distribution network for shipments of drugs and
smuggled goods. Whomever they were, they were encroaching on his territory, and
that was unacceptable.

This latest problem with drugs had been part of this
mess. The drugs hadn�t come from him. They were of poorer quality, cheap and
unrefined. If this influx of bad speed and ice continued, prices would drop,
and with the recent deaths, so would the number of clients, and that was bad
for business. There had also been an increased supply of fakes and
forgeries�from bags to shoes, from vases to paintings. They also did not go
through Asami.

Asami frowned, brows knitted in
thought. Slip-ups had happened to him in the past. He had always dealt with it
quickly and ruthlessly, nipping it at the bud. With his recent preoccupation,
however, he�d not been able to give it the needed attention.

I have been foolish. It didn�t matter though. He was already taking steps to
rectify the situation, and when he caught the people responsible for this,
there would be hell to pay. They would beg him for death, he would make sure of
that.

Fei Long, if you are behind this,
death would be sweeter than the hell I would give you.
China produced most of the speed and the fakes in the world. Hong Kong, no
longer a viable route for drug shipment and production due to its government�s
recent crackdown, had been come a center of finacing operations instead.

He had also just receieved a
confirmed report that Baishe and the Russians have agreed to a long-negotiated
deal on gambling operations and entertainment establishments in Macau. In one
night, the rules of the games have changed. But he wasn�t out of the game yet. And
you�d do well to remember that Fei Long.

His thoughts then drifted to Takaba
Akihito, who was now probably on his way to the penthouse from the photo shoot
with his father. He had not seen the boy in a week now; it had been a trial to
keep himself from having the brat kidnapped and locked in one of his mansions.
Seeing Akihito in the Sankei-en, eyes bright with concentration as he took a
shot, had almost been a torture to Asami, and he would have shot the boy�s
father�s when he grabbed the boy during their argument had it not been the
timely ringing of his cell phone.��

He smiled bitterly at his thoughts.
It was absurd, really, how the boy had come to affect his life. Who would
have thought? Had he known how things would turn out, he would have bedded
Akihito the first time he had him captured. Chasing him was like hunting a
wild animal, he remembered thinking. How apt. Akihito had been a
wild thing even then, looking like a cornered lion cub with his tawny hair and
hazel eyes as he kicked and fought Asami�s men before jumping over the
building.

He wondered what Akihito would do
when he told him of his intentions. Would he run? Whatever the choice the boy
would make, Asami would make sure his decision would favor him.

~*~*~*~

Akihito leaned against the cool steel
of the elevator wall, arms crossed against his chest as he waited for the
elevatr to reach the penthouse. His eyes stared unseeingly at the glass wall
just beside him, his mind deep in thought.

In a few minutes, Akihito would be
meeting Asami again, and his �assignment� will start in truth. Listen to
what he says, remember the people he sees, and tell us all that you find out
about him, his plans, his schedule, the people he meets, the man had said,
silver eyes gleaming, in short, tell us everything, Takaba-kun.

Everything. How the hell would he know what information they wanted or not? And it
was unlikely Asami would reveal any of his plans to him. Does it have
something to do with the drugs? There had been a series of drug-related
deaths in Yokohama and other nearby cities, with the only son of a high-ranking
as the latest victim. It was hushed up, of course, but truth had ways of
getting out, no matter how hard people try to hide them.

And if Asami finds out the truth, that I�m working for
his rivals�Akihito closed his eyes,
blocking out the thought. He knew how Asami dealt with those who chose to cross
him. He�d seen it in Hong Kong; it gave him no comfort to think that would
happen to him as well.

And Fei Long�s here, too. He did not want to think what that meant. He
threaded his fingers through his hair. Asami and Fei Long. They�re going to
drive me insane.

The elevator chimed cheerily as it came to halt.
Straigntening up, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall. To his
surprise, no bodyguards were in sight. Shrugging, he strode towards the door.

Akihito swiped the card on the reader, and the lock
opened with a loud click. His hand hovered in front of the door knob for a
moment. Then, fingers curling tightly around the brass knob, he pushed the door
open.

Akihito entered the room as quietly as he could, his
steps muffled by the thick carpeting on the floors. He glanced around, noting
the simple yet expensive d�cor, with the black leather couch and chairs against
white carpets, the richly varnished oak cabinets and tables. Splashes of color
came from Impressionist-style paintings on the wall and some abstract
sculptures and a vase of rich red roses on a table.

Across him, Akihitio could see the bright lights of city
clearly outlined against the darkness of the evening sky. Then he felt his
heart leapt into his throat when he saw Asami standing not far from the window,
back turned to him. He was dressed casually, Akihito saw, a dark blue
turtleneck sweater paired with crisp khaki slacks that seemed to be molded to
perfectly fit his body. �Asami.� He blurted the name before he could stop
himself.

Asami turned, and Akihito felt like he was being scalded
at the heat in his gaze as Asami raked his amber eyes over him. �Akihito,� he
said, so softly. �Did he hurt you?�

�Hurt me? What are y�� It took him a moment to realize
who he meant. I knew it. He was there, and he�d been watching me. Had he
heard what his father had told him? �No, my father didn�t hurt me,� he replied
in flat tone.

�Good. It would be a pity to punish your father for damaging
you.� His lips curled into an amused smile. �He�s an attractive man, not quite
as old as I had thought. You look nothing like him.�

�My father is none of your business, so stay away from
him,� Akihito snapped back. He took a step forward. �What do you want, Asami?
What are you doing here in Yokohama?� Are you here for Fei Long? he
nearly asked, his fingers unconsciously brushing against the tattoo, Fei Long�s
mark on him. Am I his substitute for now?

�I�m here to take back what�s mine.�

The arrogance in Asami�s voice took Akihito�s fear away,
replacing it with anger. �Meaning me?� he spat out. �Fuck you, Asami. Didn�t I
tell you to leave me alone? I don�t want to be part of your world! Go to hell
on your own, you bastard!�

Akihito spun on his heel and strode towards the door, but
Asami grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip and whirled him around. In a
heartbeat, he was imprisoned between Asami�s outstretched arms, his body and
his own arms pinned on both sides of his head against the door. �Bastard,� he hissed
through bared teeth as he struggled. �What is wrong with you? You let me leave!
I thought you let me go!�

Asami leaned over him, so close
Akihito could taste his scent in his mouth�musk, sweat, and smoke, making his
head spin. He bit back a cry of pain when Asami tightened his grip.

�Have you forgotten what I told you before?� Asami�s
breath was hot against his ear as he spoke, his warm, hard body pressing
against Akihito. Akihito squeezed his eyes shut as an uncontrollable shiver
swept through his body. �You owe me a huge amount, Takaba, and as I hold your
freedom in my hands, you have no choice but to follow me to the depths
of hell.�

Asami kissed him, a sudden fierce kiss that took
Akihito�s breath away. Akihito whimpered at the roughness of it, Asami
demanding submission and obedience with every relentless lash of the tongue and
wet slide of the lips. Akihito tried to pull away, but Asami would not have it.
Akihito fought, but in the end, he surrendered and gave himself to the kiss.
The smoky taste of cigarettes filled Akihito�s mouth, the taste mixed with the
coppery tang of blood and the bittersweet bite of betrayal.

When the kiss finally ended, Akihito was panting for
breath, his face flushed. His lips felt swollen, as if he�d been stung.

�You�re not leaving this room, Akihito,� Asami said in a
voice that threatened and promised at the same time. �You�re coming back to
Tokyo with me.�

Asami�s words brought him sharply back to reality. Promises.
They made promises, too. �If you fail to inform us, I promise you, we will kill
your mother.� �No!� Akihito burst out. �I�m not coming with you!� If Asami
were to take him away, he�d never be free enough to inform on him. Every move
he made would be shadowed and observed. His mind whirled, looking for an excuse.

With desperate strength, he wrenched away from Asami,
managing to himself from the older man�s grasp. He glared at him. �Fuck you,
Asami! I�m not some stupid toy you can leave then pick up at your stupid
whims!� He clenched fingers into tight fists, and swallowed hard, the sharp,
acid taste of fear filling his mouth as his stomach twisted into knots. �If you
don�t let me go now, I swear, I�ll make every day of your life a miserable
hell!�

To his fury, Akihito could feel hot, unshed tears in his
eyes, blurring his vision. He turned away from Asami, not wanting to look at
him. �You don�t understand. I just can�t leave. My parents�my mother�� his
throat tightened at the thought of her dead, shot by a bullet because of him,
��she�s pregnant��

�Congratulations,� Asami remarked dryly.

�Will you listen to me?� Akihito snapped back, stung by
his indifference. �My mother�s already beside herself with fear when I
disappeared to Hong Kong, her brother just died, and with having babies at her
age�if she gets hurt, or if she miscarries because of me, I would never be able
to live with myself. I would hate myself. I would hate you. And I�� he
took a deep breath and finally his eyes met Asami�s. Asami�s eyes were like
twin amber pools, deep and still as he looked at him. ��I don�t want to hate
you, Asami.�

That was true enough. Despite everything that happened,
he didn�t want to hate Asami. Even if its really Fei Long he wants and not
me.

�Your mother must truly be an exceptional woman for you
to show such devotion to her,� Asami said, mouth twisting into a derisive
smile. �A pity you didn�t show that kind of concern before you involved
yourself with things that were not your business.�

Akihito stared at Asami. �My mother,� he said softly,
hugging himself as he went on, �means a lot to me. When she and my father
divorced for a while when I was younger, she did her best to raise me on her
own. I was a difficult child, and she was very young, and yet she struggled
on.�� Throwing Asami a curious look, he
asked, �Didn�t you have parents, Asami?�

�Hm.� Asami turned away, going over to a small table
nearby to get a pack of cigarettees then lighting out one. �You have a month to
deal with your parents. Any longer and I�ll drag you away in front of
them.��

Akihito felt his eyes go wide at Asami�s sudden
catipulation. He�d gotten out of that one easy�too easy. �Thank you,� he said
slowly, still keeping a wary eye at Asami. He took a step back, hand blindly
seeking the door knob, sighing in relief when he found it. �I should be going,
my parents are expecting me.�

Asami glanced over his shoulder to look at him. �Poor
Akihito,� he mocked. �You�re acting like a high school girl having an illicit
love affair.�

�Shut up.� He stiffened when he saw Asami take a step
towards him. His hand grasped the door knob tightly, muscles tense, ready to
bolt at a moment�s notice.

Asami let out a brief snort of laughter. He waved him
away. �Go. But I expect you to be here tomorrow afternoon at five o�clock.�

Akihito narrowed his eyes. �What for?�

�It�s a surprise,� Asami replied, smirking, a glint in
his eyes. Akihito swallowed hard. He wondered why he even bothered to ask. No
doubt Asami had something perverted and cruel under his sleeve. For his
mother�s sake, Akihito resisted the urge to yell at the bastard and tell him
he�d never go with him and that he and Fei Long could go and fuck themselves
without involving him.

�Fine,� Akihito huffed. He turned his back to Asami, then
paused in the act of opening the door. �You do know Fei Long�s here, don�t
you?� he asked without looking at him. He had to ask. It was stupid, he knew,
but he had to know.

�And how did you know that?�

Akihito glanced over his shoulder. Asami�s eyes were as
cold and as hard as ice, his mouth drawn into taut, grim line. Akihito felt
something sear through his heart, sharp and painful. �I saw him. It wasn�t
anything deliberate, the way we met. He just happened to be in an art exhibit
my mother was in.� He made himself shrug and finally opened the door. Without
looking back, he walked out of the room.

He continued walking calmly until he reached the
elevator. When he was in the elevator, Akihito slumped against the steel walls
and let out a bitter sob�just one. That would be enough for today.

~*~*~*~

Asami waited for Akihito�s footsteps
to disappear completely before pulling out his cellphone and speed-dialing for
his head of security.

The man answered in one ring. �Yes, Asami-sama?�

�I want Takaba Akihito followed closely.� He gazed at the
window, watching the play of light and darkness outside. �I want to know
everything he�s up to every day.� He didn�t need to tell them to be discreet.
His men always were.

But Fei Long is not. Asami was both amused and enraged the man has dared to
defy him again. He had told Fei Long to stay away from Takaba, but he ignored
him. Perhaps another more forceful talk with Fei Long would help.

Asami crushed his cigarette against the ashtray on a
small table as he ended the call and snapped his cellphone shut. He had
expected Takaba to protest, but the fear he saw in Akihito�s eyes was like
nothing he had ever seen in the boy, not even when his friends were kidnapped
by Fei Long. There was something off with the boy, and Asami meant to find out
what.

I should have never let him leave at all. The brat has a
habit of getting into trouble when unsupervised. Asami had no intention of letting the boy leave at
first, but the boy had begged him to let him go to his parents. Asami didn�t
understand why he had agreed�perhaps it was because it reminded him of another
time, in another place, with another man. Would have things gone differently if
he had just gone with Fei Long back to his father then? Both of them would
never know.

Asami had also been too busy to pay much attention to
Akihito back then. (he did not forget, however, to try to get Fei Long�s mark
removed, but Akihito left before he could schedule it). Of course he had made
sure the boy was well-taken cared of day and night, but his mind was on his
business, which had somewhat fallen into a moment of neglect since his absence.
His people were the best, but there were a few slip ups that got past them,
which he was part of the reason he was here in Yokohama now. The other part was
to take Akihito where he rightfully belonged�with him.

Akihito, however, asked for more time. Asami frowned. The
brat had asked twice now, but the second was different from the first. There
hadn�t been fear in Takaba�s eyes when he first begged, only a quiet despair
Asami didn�t understand. Even his arguments didn�t hold much water. The brat
had almost been desperate. Had Fei Long done something to the boy, again?

The brat is mine, Fei Long. I told you
time and time again never to take what is mine.

Yet you have taken everything that was mine, Asami. That�s hardly fair, don�t you think?

Fair. Had Fei
Long decided to pursue things again? Whatever he was up to, involving takaba or
not, Asami needed to find out.

Opening his cellphone, he dialed another number. A soft,
accented hello greeted him, and Asami smiled in spite of himself. His men were
truly the best. �This is Asami,� he began. He could almost see the man on the
other line tense up. �We need to talk, Fei Long.�

~T.B.C.~

Author�s notes:
Whoa! This one�s very long! I apologize for making everyone wait for a while
for this! My computer crashed, and it took me a while to get the plot and the
muses for this.

And
Asami�s on the case! Let the games of deception begin.

Was
anybody OOC? *frets* Asami is a pain to write.

I
hope I�ve given enough information about what Asami�s been dealing with in the
past few days.

Aki�s family:
Please bear with me. :D I hope you�ll like what I�ve done with them. And nope,
his Dad�s not always an ass, but he can be at times.

Next chapter: Fei
and Mikhail make their return appearances. Akihito receives a lot of surprises.
Asami tries to find out who�s been interfering in his business and �woo�
Akihito at the same time.

Thank
you for reading!

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