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Asami's men were, in all honesty, freaking out. The two that had been in the shop were joined by another, who had been stationed outside the shop, and had no idea how Akihito had gone pass him when he had his eye on the shop the whole time. It all came down to a quick game of three out of five rock-paper-scissors to try to figure out who among them would be the unfortunate soul to make that much dreaded phone call, informing the boss that his wayward lover was nowhere to be found and had all but vanished into thin air.

They had circled the ramen shop several times, trying to find some sort of clue and coming out of the alley, interrogating any person who happened to be standing by as to the whereabouts of the blond menace. They kept coming back into the shop and demanding from the man who spoke to Akihito any recollection of immediate future plans spoken by the boy. Nothing, that was all their efforts gave them, and it has been an hour since the willful blond vanished. Asami would not be pleased when whoever ended up losing the little game reported, that it had taken them so long to contact him.

As if by art of magic, or some sort of dark curse looming over their heads, the sound of a phone ringing drew their attention. One of their phones was ringing with the ringtone they all had set for Kirishima so they knew not to let the phone ring too long. As they all panicked patting their pants simultaneously in order to figure out whose phone it was, they realized the idiocy of having set all their phones to the same ringtone for the same person. At least two out of the three would have saved themselves the mini heart attack they were experiencing as they tried to find out who the unlucky man was.

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Something told Kirishima Kei that there was something amiss with the boss' lover. It might have had to do with the fact that the men Suoh's assistant had selected to tail and protect the troublesome brat were thirty minutes late in their hourly report. By the darkening mood forming a heavy cloud around the boss and the way that the man kept glancing at the clock discreetly behind the trembling Politician begging for favor before them, which had nothing to do with Asami's initial sour mood but added to secretary could tell that the boss too, was getting a bit impatient and preoccupied with the lack of information about Takaba's whereabouts and activities.

Asami watched to clock one more time before he gave the bespectacled man a quick glance. With a short nod, the secretary excused himself from the meeting room and took out his phone as soon as the door closed behind him. He called the number of the first person from the three on Takaba duty that came up on his phone.

The phone rang.

For two minutes and forty-six seconds.

It was longer than any of Asami's men ever dared to let their phone ring when they knew the call was from him. It immediately alerted Kirishima that indeed something was not right, he could already guess that Takaba had managed to slip pass the men. He had gotten so used to the boy not pulling disappearing acts since Jun had become the boy's personal bodyguard that a feeling of annoyance and a bit of anger settled on him. If Asami was not his boss, a person he respected greatly and was infinitely loyal to, if the man was not his best friend since childhood, Kirishima knew he would have smacked the man on the back of the head for, albeit temporarily, ruining a perfectly good thing. With Jun, the boy was manageable and without Jun, to somehow magically instill some sense into Takaba, the boy went off on his own to do gods only know what and get into trouble causing them all great headaches.'If only I could harness, distill, and bottle whatever sorcery Sumewari uses to keep that brat in check, I could use it to make my life so much easier.' Thought the secretary with a tired sigh.

With a deep breath, he settled his momentary anger at his friend and listened to the shaky voice at the other side of the line when it had finally picked up.

"Kirishima-san, what can I do for you?" Said the shaky voice.

"Omeda-san, why has no one from your team contacted me to give the hourly report? You are almost one hour late."

"My apologies Kirishima-san, we…"

"When did you lose him?" The secretary interrupted. His day was getting worse by the minute, Asami would not be pleased that they had not only failed to keep track of Takaba but also had failed to inform him immediately. Someone was going to end up with his permanent residence changed to the bottom of Tokyo Bay, this was not a mistake he want repeated, Asami always had to know everything that was going on with his belongings.

"Shortly after our last report, he went into the bathroom and didn't come out. We waited for about twenty minutes before we decided to break into the bathroom and found him gone. It has been about one hour and fifteen minutes since we realized he had climbed out of the bathroom window and disappeared."

'Amateurs, I knew they were still too green to be in charge of the brat. Suoh will have to get rid of his assistant when he comes back, that man has no clue whom to send to this kind of assignment.'

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Asami's men were, in all honesty, freaking out. The two that had been in the shop were joined by another, who had been stationed outside the shop, and had no idea how Akihito had gone pass him when he had his eye on the shop the whole time. It all came down to a quick game of three out of five rock-paper-scissors to try to figure out who among them would be the unfortunate soul to make that much dreaded phone call, informing the boss that his wayward lover was nowhere to be found and had all but vanished into thin air.They had circled the ramen shop several times, trying to find some sort of clue and coming out of the alley, interrogating any person who happened to be standing by as to the whereabouts of the blond menace. They kept coming back into the shop and demanding from the man who spoke to Akihito any recollection of immediate future plans spoken by the boy. Nothing, that was all their efforts gave them, and it has been an hour since the willful blond vanished. Asami would not be pleased when whoever ended up losing the little game reported, that it had taken them so long to contact him.Như thể do nghệ thuật của ma thuật, hoặc một số nguyền rủa bóng tối loại hoảng trên đầu họ, những âm thanh của một chuông điện thoại đã thu hút sự chú ý của họ. Một trong điện thoại của họ gọi với nhạc chuông họ tất cả đã thiết lập cho Kirishima để họ biết không để cho chiếc nhẫn điện thoại quá dài. Như tất cả chúng panicked vỗ nhẹ quần của mình cùng một lúc để tìm ra điện thoại mà nó, họ nhận ra idiocy của có thiết lập tất cả các điện thoại của họ để cùng một nhạc chuông cho cùng một người. Ít nhất hai trong số ba đã có thể lưu lại cho mình cơn đau tim mini họ đã trải qua khi họ đã cố gắng để tìm ra ai là người kém may mắn.VF ***Một cái gì đó nói với Kirishima Kei rằng đã có một cái gì đó thiếu thiếu với người yêu của ông chủ. Nó có thể đã có để làm với một thực tế rằng những người đàn ông của Nanano trợ lý đã lựa chọn để đuôi và bảo vệ brat khó chịu ba mươi phút vào cuối của báo cáo hàng giờ. Bởi tâm trạng Thẫm màu do hình thành một đám mây nặng xung quanh ông chủ và cách người giữ glancing vào đồng hồ kín đáo đằng sau chính trị gia Run xin ăn cho ưu tiên trước khi họ, mà không có gì để làm với tâm trạng chua ban đầu của Asami nhưng thêm thư ký có thể cho biết rằng ông chủ cũng đã nhận được một chút thiếu kiên nhẫn và bận tâm với việc thiếu thông tin về nơi ở của Takaba và các hoạt động.Asami watched to clock one more time before he gave the bespectacled man a quick glance. With a short nod, the secretary excused himself from the meeting room and took out his phone as soon as the door closed behind him. He called the number of the first person from the three on Takaba duty that came up on his phone.The phone rang.For two minutes and forty-six seconds.It was longer than any of Asami's men ever dared to let their phone ring when they knew the call was from him. It immediately alerted Kirishima that indeed something was not right, he could already guess that Takaba had managed to slip pass the men. He had gotten so used to the boy not pulling disappearing acts since Jun had become the boy's personal bodyguard that a feeling of annoyance and a bit of anger settled on him. If Asami was not his boss, a person he respected greatly and was infinitely loyal to, if the man was not his best friend since childhood, Kirishima knew he would have smacked the man on the back of the head for, albeit temporarily, ruining a perfectly good thing. With Jun, the boy was manageable and without Jun, to somehow magically instill some sense into Takaba, the boy went off on his own to do gods only know what and get into trouble causing them all great headaches.'If only I could harness, distill, and bottle whatever sorcery Sumewari uses to keep that brat in check, I could use it to make my life so much easier.' Thought the secretary with a tired sigh.With a deep breath, he settled his momentary anger at his friend and listened to the shaky voice at the other side of the line when it had finally picked up."Kirishima-san, what can I do for you?" Said the shaky voice."Omeda-san, why has no one from your team contacted me to give the hourly report? You are almost one hour late.""My apologies Kirishima-san, we…""When did you lose him?" The secretary interrupted. His day was getting worse by the minute, Asami would not be pleased that they had not only failed to keep track of Takaba but also had failed to inform him immediately. Someone was going to end up with his permanent residence changed to the bottom of Tokyo Bay, this was not a mistake he want repeated, Asami always had to know everything that was going on with his belongings."Shortly after our last report, he went into the bathroom and didn't come out. We waited for about twenty minutes before we decided to break into the bathroom and found him gone. It has been about one hour and fifteen minutes since we realized he had climbed out of the bathroom window and disappeared."'Amateurs, I knew they were still too green to be in charge of the brat. Suoh will have to get rid of his assistant when he comes back, that man has no clue whom to send to this kind of assignment.'