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Acting on a tip, sexy photojournalist Asami Ryuichi takes a series of photographs of a corrupt politician taking a bribe from a night club manager. Asami doesn't care much for politicians and he particularly detests the corrupt kind.
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A few days later Kirishima Kei, Administrative Assistant extraordinaire, handed a file containing photos to businessman and Crime Lordling, 23-year-old Takaba Akihito. "Sir, the manager of Club Sion was caught bribing a government official in front of the club and a photojournalist managed to get pictures of the transaction. Now we have cops sniffing all around the place."
"Wait... that dude did this at MY club? In FRONT of my club?!" Akihito rolled his eyes. "What an idiot. Honestly, I'm surrounded by nothing but idiots! What bonehead hired that manager?"
Kirishima hesitated for a moment before answering "You did, sir."
Takaba looked at Kirishima, surprised. "I did? Are you sure?"
Kirishima nodded. "You said you wanted to take care of all the hiring yourself. I think you're overdoing it, sir. I wish you'd let me take on more duties."
Akihito considered this for a moment. "True... you were hired to be my Administrative Ass-- thingy."
Kirishima winced.
Akihito brightened. "Okay, then let's see how capable you are. Take care of this business for me. You and Suoh go cut off some part of the body that the manager values... like maybe, HIS HEAD!"
Kirishima enthusiastically turned to fellow lackey, Suoh Kazumi. "You heard what he said! Let's get to work."
"Can't we just shoot him? I hate getting my hands dirty," Suoh said, frowning.
Akihito was engrossed in looking at the photos in the file, however, and was not paying attention. He waved them away. "Whatever."
Suoh took out a gun and with grim expression, loaded a clip into it. He and Kirishima exited the office.
Akihito pulled a large photo out the file labeled, "Asami Ryuichi, age 35". He studied it and grinned. "I bet you think you're a bad ass for targeting my stuff, don't you? I'm gonna have to take you down a notch."
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A few nights later in an alleyway, Kirishima and Suoh managed to catch and restrain photographer Asami Ryuichi.
Their captive looked annoyed. "If this is about those photos, they never made it to publication. You're wasting your time... and mine... by coming after me."
Kirishima shrugged. "We get paid to follow orders. It's nothing personal. "
"And the Boss ordered us to kick your ass," Suoh added.
Asami thought for a second. "I see. So, I could conceivably offer you money and you'd go kick his ass for me."
"How much...?" both Kirishima and Suoh asked at the same time.
Akihito stepped out of the shadows and glared at his lackeys. "Idiots... " he muttered under his breath.
He turned to Asami and smiled, "Well, well, well! Asami Ryuichi ... we meet at last," Akihito said as he carefully studied Asami, who was dressed elegantly in a suit and tie. "Aren't you a little overdressed for a photojournalist?"
"I dress for success." Asami smirked as he looked Takaba's clothing, which consisted of an old military jacket, t-shirt, jeans with holes in them and a worn-out pair of Nikes. "I'm going guess you're an utter failure."
Akihito rolled his eyes and barked out a sarcastic laugh. "Hahaha... so witty." He eyed Asami, suspiciously. "So, I was just wondering... who let you in on that little transaction between my club manager and that crooked politician?"
"Nobody," Asami replied simply. "I just happened to be passing by. What idiot arranges for a bribe to be taken out in the open?"
"I'll ask you one more time... WHO tipped you off?!" Akihito growled.
Asami gave Akihito an amused look. "Your mother."
Akihito turned red and nodded to Kirishima who kneed Asami HARD in the stomach. Asami bent over and let out a grunt before standing back up and patting his stomach. "Not bad... "
Asami suddenly swung around and kicked Kirishima's knee. Kirishima went down immediately and Asami broke away from Suoh's grip. He sprinted off toward a door at the end of the alleyway and escaped through it.
"Well...?!" Akihito looked at his men, expectantly, "What are you waiting for? Go after him!"
Kirishima was sitting on the ground, painfully rubbing his knee. "I'd rather not do that." Akihito turned to Suoh, who looked at him and shrugged.
"I'll give you a 2% raise," Akihito offered to Suoh.
"5%," Suoh countered.
Kirishima struggled to stand. "No... he won't do it for anything less than 10%."
Suoh held out his hand and helped Kirishima to his feet. "Yeah! And 10% for him, too," Suoh crooked his thumb at Kirishima, "or we don't budge."
Takaba glared at his two lackeys. "Fine! 10%... you dirty crooks! Now GO GET HIM!"
Both Kirishima and Suoh ran after Asami.
Meanwhile, Asami discovered the doorway he went through only led to the roof. Now he's cornered like a rat on the roof.
"HA! Now you're cornered like a rat on the roof!" Suoh gloated.
Asami gave both the men a calculating look. "How much money are we talking for you to let me walk?"
Kirishima shook his head. "Actually, I know who your boss is. He doesn't pay you THAT much."
Asami glanced over the edge of the building. "I suppose there's no helping it then..." He suddenly hurdled over the rail.
Shocked, Akihito and his lackeys ran to the rail and peered over the edge. Akihito expected to see Asami's splattered remains on the ground below, but instead they saw Asami quickly running down a fire escape.
"Wow... a fire escape," Kirishima exclaimed. "I didn't even know that was there!"
Once he reached the ground, Asami turned back around and winked roguishly at Akihito before vanishing into the shadows.
Akihito was livid.
"Don't think this isn't over yet... Asami!"
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The next morning, Asami was at the police station speaking to Detective Yamazaki in the detective's office. Yamazaki backed away from Asami as Asami closed in on him. "I find it odd that you gave me a tip that not only turned out to be entirely useless, but then caused some punk kid and his goons to come after me in retaliation for it. A very odd coincidence, don't you think... Yamazaki?"
"N-now Asami..." Yamazaki found himself backed into a corner.
"Not to mention, some dirt got on my suit from climbing down a fire escape, " Asami glared at him. "I'll be sending you the dry cleaning bill."
Yamazaki nods energetically, "Y-yes, of course."
"Well? You better have a VERY good explanation for all of this!"
Yamazaki sighed and then indicated that Asami should take a seat. "That 'punk kid and his goons' sounds like someone called 'Takaba'. He's a real bad apple... he's the leader of a large organization that specializes in smuggling guns and illegal drugs throughout all of Asia. You want to avoid him at all costs... he's considered VERY dangerous."
"You're joking... that KID an organized crime boss? Dangerous...? I seriously doubt that."
"Well... it's actually his father who is the big, scary leader. The kid ended up in his current position by 'daddy's influence'."
"That's sounds a little more believable." Asami smiled devilishly, "Actually, he's kind of cute. It would fun to bully him."
Yamazaki raised an eyebrow. "You know, Asami... sometimes you really scare me. Seriously though, don't go after him... or else you might end up provoking 'daddy' and his gang instead." Yamazaki became lost in thought and mumbled to himself, "... and they might try to take you out..."
"What did you say?"
"Oh... nothing. By the way, I have another tip for you."
Asami cocked an eyebrow. "Does it have to do with this Takaba kid again?"
Yamazaki laughs nervously. "Nooo... not at all!"
"What a pity. What do you have?"
"Some government officials- MARRIED government officials- are hosting a secret party tonight. I expect it will include all the usual unlawful and immoral things- drugs, prostitutes, and uh... a couple of sheep. Interested?"
"How many of them are high-profile?" Asami asks.
"My source tells me at least two."
"Sheep? That's not very original. Still, there's a good chance someone will pay handsomely for those pictures. I'll take it."
Yamazaki breathed a sigh of relief and scribbled on a piece of paper. He handed it to Asami. "It will at a warehouse down at the pier, at midnight. Here's the address."
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Later that evening at Takaba's penthouse, a freshly-showered Takaba sits cross-legged on the sofa, dressed in striped shorts and a t-shirt with "Everybody Loves an Asian Boy" printed across the front of it. He is thinking about Asami and his spectacular escape from his henchmen's clutches... the witty way Asami insulted him... his rather athletic descent down the fire escape... the way he winked at him before disappearing into the night. "NOBODY makes a fool out of me. Especially you, Asami! You'll see... "
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At exactly midnight, sexy photojournalist Asami Ryuichi prepares to take some incriminating photos of corrupt politicians. He focuses his telephoto lens on a lone figure standing on the wharf and through his viewfinder he sees Takaba gazing back at him, looking rather smug.
"I see... so it IS Takaba after all. This is going to be fun... " This is the last thought that goes through Asami's mind before Suoh grabs him from behind and knocks him out.
Suoh places Asami into Takaba's limo. Takaba stares at the unconscious Asami with a sense of foreboding. "Why does he have a smile on his face?"
Suoh is also staring at Asami. "I know. Spooky, isn't it?"
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When Asami comes to, he discovers he has been restrained by a rope with a series of weird knots tied haphazardly here and there. He sees Takaba standing over him, smirking. Beside Takaba is a large black leather case.
"I see you're finally awake Asami. Prepared to be TORTURED and HUMILIATED!"
"And how do you propose to do that?" Asami asks.
Takaba picks up the bag and shakes it. "I have in this bag, all kinds of interesting devices. Sexual ones! The mere SIGHT of them will strike terror in your heart!"
Asami eyes glitter with amusement. " 'Sexual ones'? Shouldn't you have undressed me before tying me up?"
Takaba smacks his forehead with his hand. "OH! I forgot to undress you! Well... I DID take take off your coat and tie."
Asami shakes his head. "You really don't have a clue what you're doing, do you?"
Takaba smirks, "What makes you say that... O prisoner of mine?"
"To begin with, you don't know how to properly tie a knot." Asami stands up and the rope falls off of him. "Here, let me show you... "
A minute later, Takaba is spread-eagle and naked on a table, expertly bound with the rope using a series of very intricate-looking knots. Takaba is shaking with rage. "This is NOT supposed to happen this way! C'mon... let me go!"
Asami ignores Takaba's demands and opens the black bag. "What do you have in here?" He holds up a large black vibrator and grins. "You're such a naughty boy!"
Takaba blushes. "That's not mine."
Asami rummages through the bag, "Hmm... there's A LOT of different vibrators in here. Let's see... cock ring, string of beads, nipple clamps... " He pulls out a clear hose, "Is this a urinary catheter? How shocking. Do your subordinates know you're into this kind of thing?"
"I'm not into ANYTHING AT ALL! None of it has ever been used! I got that stuff to torture and humiliate YOU!"
"Never been used, eh? It would be a shame not try it all out first... just to make sure everything works."
Five minutes later, the entire contents of the bag have been placed, inserted, buckled, clamped or glued (don't ask) onto Takaba. Asami stands back to admire his handiwork. "Aren't you a sight?" he sighs contentedly.
He picks up his camera and begins shooting pictures. "This one is going to be the background for my computer," He moves to a different angle, "and this one I think should be the screensaver for my phone." He aims the camera between Takaba's legs in a way that will also includes Takaba's face. "THIS ONE I'm going to make into a poster... to hang above my bed..."
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Three days later, Asami returns to the pier to retrieve the rest of his camera equipment and spots Yamazaki speaking with some rough-looking men.
They finish talking and the rough-looking men leave. Asami approaches Yamazaki. "Yamazaki, what are you doing here?"
"ASAMI!" Yamazaki is startled by Asami's sudden appearance. "I-I'm glad to see you're all right! You've been missing for three days. I was beginning to get worried."
"I bet you're even MORE worried now that you see I'm still alive. I know you set me up, Yamazaki."
Yamazaki pulls out a gun and aims it shakily at Asami. "I should have known Takaba couldn't handle you! I guess I'll have to take you out myself... "
Suddenly, Takaba appears from out of nowhere and jumps in front of Asami. He aims a gun at Yamazaki, holding it sideways. "So... YOU'RE to blame for my humiliation!" He fires the gun three times at Yamazaki.
All three shots miss.
Yamazaki impulsively glances down at his body to confirm he wasn't hit. Asami quickly snatches the gun from Takaba and fires it once at Yamazaki. Yamazaki drops his gun and falls to his knees, holding his hand in pain. Takaba stares at Asami in amazement.
Asami explains, "You missed because you were holding the gun, 'gangster-style'. It may look cool, but you end up sacrificing accuracy." He places the gun in Takaba's hands and then tries to adjust Takaba's grip on it properly. "You need to aim it with the barrel up so you can line up the rear sight with the front sight, aligning both the horizontal and vertical planes... "
Takaba angrily shakes Asami off, "I know how to shoot a gun!"
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Takaba sits on a seawall gazing at the rising sun. Detective Yamazaki is sitting in the back of a police car. Asami finishes giving his statement to the police and walks toward Takaba.
"You were right. I'm an utter failure," Takaba says, dejectedly.
"You're not a failure. Because of you, the gang that was trying to take down your father's organization is no longer a threat." Asami sits down next to Takaba. "And besides... you're really cute, and having sex with you was incredibly..."
"GAAAH!" Takaba interrupts. "Don't say it! And don't call me 'cute' either. I'm not cute!"
"I also think you're dangerous. VERY dangerous."
Takaba looks up at Asami. "You really think so?"
"Oh, yes. And I'll keep watching you through my viewfinder, " Asami ruffles Takaba's hair affectionately, "until one day I can manage to outwit this VERY... cunning... villain."
Takaba glares at Asami. "You're patronizing me, aren't you?"
Asami smirks, "You're a lot smarter than you look."
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