Flicking his cigarette away, Asami

Flicking his cigarette away, Asami curved a thin smile as he looked at Chey. "Now, shall we begin?"

"Begin?" Chey snorted. "Don't make me laugh, Asami. Don't forget you are in Cambodia. Your words are nothing here!" Chey spat.

Asami walked towards Chey. Suoh had already tied up the Cambodian, leaving him kneeling on the floor. The bullet that Akihito shot wasn't embedded, so whilst his right hand was bleeding, it was still mobile.

"You're mistaken, Chey." Asami said as he removed his cufflinks. "Your reign in Cambodia is over."

Chey laughed. "You expect me to believe that?"

Asami smiled in response. "It is hard to swallow but you'll know soon enough that no matter how you scream later from the pain I give you, no one will come forward to save you."

Chey began to sweat a little. "They will come. If I'm not back within an hour, my subordinates will –,"

"Ah – yes, your three hundred followers at the headquarters of White Snake," Asami interrupted, referring to Chey's organization. "I'm afraid they won't be coming to your rescue."

The yakuza slammed Chey's head on the ground. "You see, I'm the new boss for the White Snake," Asami said easily.

Chey's pupils dilated. "You – you –"

Suoh hauled Chey to his feet. "Careful there, Chey. I don't want you dying because of cardiac arrest; not before I have my fun," the crime lord said. Casually, Asami gave a backward glance at the door. "Didn't you say you wanted revenge?"

Chey's eyes darted uncertainly to the door and gasped. "Fei Long –,"

Dressed in traditional black cheong sam, the Baishe leader strode in confidently, smirking.

"Chey Rith, I believe this is my first time seeing you," the Chinese smiled, flipping his long dark hair behind him gracefully.

"Why – why – how?" Chey stuttered.

Accepting a rubber band from Yoh, the Chinese tied his hair. "Why am I with Asami?" He asked, tightening the pony tail. "You've invaded on our territory lately so Asami and I thought that we'd get rid of you together –"

" – and in exchange of the partnership, Asami agreed to allow me have my fun before his." The smile on Fei Long disappeared, leaving a very grim look.

Asami walked past Fei Long to the door. "I'll give you ten minutes," he said, without looking at the Chinese.

"It's appreciated," Fei Long mumurred.

Asami moved outside the classroom and to the courtyard. The place was quiet and as still as a graveyard. The management planted some flowers around it but that did nothing to brighten the place.

He had Kirishima checked on Toru's and Akihito's progress. The guard was still in surgery while Akihito suffered bad abrasions to his wrists, most likely from his struggles during the waterboarding torture. Part of Akihito's lungs was filled with water and the team of experts checking on Akihito told the crime lord on the high possibility of pneumonia.

Asami listened to Kirishima's report silently. He offered no comments, nor did he show any emotions when the secretary reported Akihito's conditions.

Chey had been smart; he suspected Toru's betrayal from the beginning and orchestrated his own plans into Asami's original play. The removal of Akihito's watch was something Asami did not foresee at all. The tiny red dot on his radar directed him to a mile long brothel and it took him a while to realize that someone had taken Akihito's specially made watch.

The bulky man who took the watch was caught naked with a prostitute and upon realizing that he had wasted enough time at the wrong place, Asami stuck a knife into the man's gut and demanded for answers.

A gun shot from the classroom brought Asami back to reality. Hands in his pocket, he watched Fei Long walked out of the room calmly, with traces of blood on his shoes. "He's all yours," the Chinese said as he kept his gun.

Asami nodded.

"As per our agreement, you gain complete control of Chey's organization, his coca plantation, and the processing factories," Fei Long said.

Walking past the Chinese triad member, Asami replied, "And you, complete control of the Naga World Casinos."

Releasing his hair, Fei Long smirked as he walked away from the yakuza. "Until next time, Asami."

Asami walked into the room where Chey was held. Finally, it is time for some private entertainment.

Xx Business as Usual xX

Warnings: Torture – please skip to the next Xx Business as Usual xX page break if you are uncomfortable with torture scenes.

Fei Long did not do much damage to Chey, considering he only suffered a broken nose and a gunshot wound to his stomach. Asami noted Fei Long purposely missed the vital points to prevent a clean death. Judging from his wounds, it would take Chey at least an hour or so before he bled out.

That meant Asami had one solid hour for his private entertainment. The yakuza smiled, pleased with the thought.

"Suoh, secure him on the wooden plank," Asami ordered without preamble.

Suoh nodded and hauled the injured Cambodian on his feet. Together with Kirishima, they raised Chey's arms above his head and secured him with shackles.

"What do you plan to do?" Chey coughed, his voice hoarse.

Slowly unbuttoning his coat, Asami walked to where Chey was held. Passing the coat to Kirishima, Asami proceeded to unbutton his onyx cufflinks. He pulled the black tie free; the same one Akihito gave him last year before passing them to Kirshima.

Asami picked up the knife Chey had thrown on the floor earlier, examining it.

"Just kill me," Chey gritted his teeth.

Without a word, Asami stabbed the knife on Chey's wrist. As Chey's body jerked in pain and surprised, Asami leaned closer to the Cambodian. "You're not dying easily, Chey. You will remember the pain that I'm about to give you. I'll strip you bare of your pride and slaughter you alive."

Chey's eyes widened slightly from fear, pleasing Asami immediately.

"Fei Long was nice, wasn't he?" Asami murmured, tracing the handle of the knife. "All he did was beat you up."

Asami signaled Suoh for a cloth. The bulky guard stepped forward, placing the filthy cloth on Chey's face before securing the cloth by hammering nails on four sides.

"Arg!" Chey screamed from the sharp pain on his wrist when he tried moving.

"Suoh," Asami ordered and the guard stepped forward with a watering can.

"How does it feel, to be able to experience the waterboarding?" Asami asked, watching Suoh pouring generous amount of water on Chey. He signaled Suoh to stop when he noticed Chey demonstrated gag reflex.

The Cambodian couldn't reply. He coughed badly, vomiting out the water.

"Now you know what Akihito felt when you poured water on him," Asami snarled before turning to Suoh. "Again," he ordered.

"No – I –" Chey tried to explain but only sounds of gurgling water came out.

The yakuza raised his hands and Suoh stopped. The cloth on Chey's face was removed, revealing a half-conscious man. "Kill me," he whispered.

"Kill you?" Asami repeated. "Did you look at Akihito's injuries and Toru's gunshot wounds? This does not even do them justice, Chey," Asami said, tracing the knife that was stuck on Chey's wrist.

"Toru told me that you wanted him to hack off Akihito's hand?" The crime lord asked nonchalantly. He gripped the knife harder. His golden eyes burned with anger. "Let me show you how it's done."

Without waiting for Chey to respond, Asami pulled out the knife and stabbed Chey's wrists numerous times.

Chey's screams were like music.

"No, please stop!"

Ignoring Chey, Asami brought the knife down on Chey's wrist again. He gave another few hard blows, pushing the edge of the sharp through Chey's wrist bone before detaching the hand from Chey's forearm.

Chey screamed in pain. Tears pouring down his sagging cheeks, Chey pleaded. "Asami, please, I didn't do anything to Takaba."

White shirt splattered with Chey's blood, Asami stared at the panting Cambodian menacingly. "You're having a memory lapse," Asami said easily, examining the bloody knife before looking at the man again. "Didn't you instruct Toru to torture Akihito in a similar fashion?"

Chey's deep set eyes widened before shaking his head.

"Liar." Asami smirked, trailing the knife on Chey's stomach, around his gunshot wounds.

"Please, no— arg! " Chey bit his lip when Asami poked the edge of the knife on his wound. Gasping for breaths, Chey made a last attempt to plead for his life. "Please, I'll – arg," he screamed when Asami pushed the knife further into the stomach.

"I'll – give – you everything I own!" he said desperately.

The yakuza halted, his lips curved a smile. "You don't have to give me what you owned because –" Asami gripped the knife and pushed the short weapon across Chey's belly, slicing it open. "—I already owned them."

"You do not have the rights to negotiate with me," Asami snarled, "You will die; slowly and painfully for crossing paths with me."

As Asami cut Chey's belly open, the Cambodian's screams echoed through the Toul Sleng Genocide Museum.

Like other guards in the room, Kirishima had to avert his eyes when his boss started using the knife on Chey. His long-time friend Suoh looked composed but Kirishima knew that he was nearly at his limit.

Kirishima expected Chey's punishment to be bad and it looked like he wasn't wrong about it. They arrived in Cambodia in a chartered plane full of Asami's men a few hours earlier ahead of Akihito, hoping to capture Chey as soon as Akihito was brought face to face with the Cambodian crime lord.

Chey outsmarted them by sending his men to pick Akihito and Toru up from the airport. That had been speculated but what Kirishima did not predict was the removal of Akihito' watch. They lost a good 45 minutes chasing the red dot to a brothel street in Cambodia, only to discover that some low life had taken the watch.

Knowing how much precious time they had lost, Asami hadn't been very forgiving with the young man. By the time Asami obtained the answers they needed, they were already close to an hour and a half behind schedule.

Asami managed convince