Hello again! I really have to start

Hello again! I really have to start working on my assignments but since I am procrastinating at the moment, I might as well write another chapter!

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Warnings: Lengthy chapter ahead!

Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to the great Yamane Ayano sensei. I do not earn anything from writing this fan fiction.

Kirishima stood next to Japan's top crime lord in a warehouse near Tokyo's Yokohama Port. His boss, Asami Ryuichi sat on the single chair in the warehouse flanked by Suoh and a few others by his side. Legs crossed and a cigar in his hand, Asami didn't speak as he waited for the head of Tung Shing group to arrive.

The warehouse was eerily quiet despite nearly ten armed men stood behind the yakuza. All were too afraid to even move from their designated spot, in case their boss got irritated with their movements and shoot them for disrupting his train of thoughts.

Kirishima himself stood still next to the boss, unmoving. He did occasionally glance at Asami to check if he needed anything from him. The secretary noted that his boss was highly displeased; especially after finding out that the drug supply from China was laced with white powder upon inspection. To make matters worse, Kirishima had pulled Asami away while he was on a shopping trip with his lover. He was thankful that Akihito survived the shopping trip without scratches aside from the minor incident at the boutique, or there would be hell to pay for the Tung Shing group.

Kirishima gave his brain a quick scan to check for any pending tasks from Asami but there were none. Asami's last orders were to purchase that little store in Ginza and remove all sales personnel of the boutique effective immediately. That had been taken care of yesterday.

The secretary checked his wrist watch; Mr Mah was twenty three minutes behind time. Damn these Chinese and their shrewd sense of time.

"Kirishima, how long have we been working with the Tung Shing?"

Kirishima jolted from his spot when Asami's voice rang out in the quiet warehouse. He pushed his spectacles up. "A little over six months, Asami sama. I believed the shipment we received from them is the second shipment."

Asami took another drag of his cigar. "The first? Were there any problems?"

"No, everything was in order," the secretary answered. "Asami sama, if I may, the Tung Shing group – "

Kirishima's statement was halted by the sound of the metal doors opening. The guards slid their hands into their black coats and closed their hands around their guns, awaiting orders. The boss of Tung Shing, Mah Wing Shing strode in confidently with a cigarette in his hands.

Kirishima managed, just barely to stop himself from twitching at the sight of the Chinese mafia boss. Mr. Mah donned a floral shirt of rainbow colors, black dress pants and leather shoes. As if that wasn't bad enough, the short, stocky man dyed his crew cut hair gold and wore a huge gold chain around his neck. The bespectacled secretary counted at least six gold rings on his fingers.

His men were equally unsightly; all five had almost the same ugly pattern on their shirts with the worst set of teeth Kirishima had ever seen.

Mah smiled as he walked leisurely into the warehouse and Kirishima once again, winced at the sight of his gold tooth fixed on his upper canine.

"Asami san!" Mah greeted as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Asami passed the unfinished cigar to Kirishima before standing up, buttoning his coat in the process. "Mr. Mah," he greeted coolly, ignoring the Chinese mafia boss's handshake.

Mah withdrew his hand as though as nothing had happened, threw his head back and laughed heartily. "You're still as good looking as ever, Asami!" the man spoke in perfect Japanese.

So, he knew how to speak Japanese. Kirishima thought angrily as he remembered how the man had feigned stupid when he tried speaking Japanese to him.

"Mr. Mah, I didn't fly you here for some idle talk," Asami spoke in clear, commanding tone.

Mah stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes. "I'll cut to the chase then. Asami, those are some serious accusations you are throwing at Tung Shing."

Asami slid his hand into his coat. The yakuza's gesture warranted all five Tung Shing members to pull out their guns to point at Asami. The yakuza's men did the same, whipping out their guns from their coats directed them straight that the Chinese mafia.

Calmly, Asami took out a small packet from his coat and threw it to Mah. The guards of Tung Shing lowered their guns upon their boss's instructions while Asami nodded at Suoh who in turn signaled the guards to do the same.

"What is this?" Mah took the packet and sniffed.

"A small sample from your shipment here," Asami replied, walking towards the table with a wooden box and rested his hand on it. He continued, "Mah, you have been in the business for a number of years now. Surely, I do not need to tell you that the packet you are sniffing is heroin?"

"What about it?" Mah stopped sniffing and looked at Asami.

"The heroin isn't pure. My men had it checked; the box contains nearly 30% of white powder in every packet that you sent."

Mah took a step forward and growled. "Asami, are you implying that I am cheating you?"

The stocky man threw the packet on the floor, resulting white powder to be strewn around the floor. "How dare you throw those accusations at me! I checked everything myself before sending the shipment!"

Asami darkened his eyes. "My men inspected the goods upon arrival and found all packets have been contaminated and yet you have the audacity standing here, saying that I accused you?"

"Do you have proof? Your men could have said anything!"

"You want proof?" Asami signaled Suoh over. Suoh walked to Asami and retrieved his knife from the waistband of his trousers. At Asami's nod, Suoh took a packet of heroin in the box and stabbed at it, tearing the bag open. He emptied the contents on the floor.

"The proof is here. The heroin is supposed to be pure white. Your eyes are not blind. The packet I opened just now, there were two colors. You mixed the heroin with white flour," Asami said in a low, dangerous voice.

Mah who still looked composed, defended his name, "How would I know if you repackaged the heroin just to frame me? The goods have reached Japan for a few days now, you could have done anything. What you showed me wasn't concrete enough! "

"As a matter of fact, I do have another thing to show you," Asami spoke calmly but everyone in the warehouse knew that their boss's temper was threading at a thin line.

Sensing his boss's displeasure, Kirishima quickly stepped forward and passed the tablet to Asami who in turn passed to Mah. "Remember him? He was one of the boys you sent to guard the shipment."

Mah gripped the tablet hard and gritted his teeth as he recognized one of his own men sat motionless on a chair in a similar warehouse he was in. The man's eyes were opened wide as he stared downwards at his blown apart mouth.

Asami gave a fierce grin. "Hell of a way to go, don't you think? Of course, before that, I managed to extract some very important information from him, in Putōnghuà."

"Do you want to know what he said in Mandarin?" Asami retrieved his phone and pressed the play button.

A sobbing man's voice rang out. Crying and pleading in his national language, he screamed and shouted for nearly a minute before finally revealing that the heroin has been contaminated, as per Mah's orders. A gun shot was then heard and the man stopped pleading.

"You bastard, you dared to kill my men?" Mah's voice was trembling in rage.

His men whipped their guns out to point at Asami but Suoh was quicker. In two strides, he was next to the Chinese boss, a gun on his head. The other guards scattered around the five guards, guns out and ready.

The yakuza slid the phone back into his pants.

As expected from the Chinese mafia, he was still calm despite being outnumbered. "What do you want?"

"My money and a replacement of the heroin," Asami walked back to the chair, unbuttoned his coat and sat down gracefully.

Mah cursed a long line of Chinese profanities. He thought long and hard before breaking a smile. "What if I don't agree? You and I both know that it is impossible to kill me. I am a citizen of China and the Chinese government will not close an eye if six of their own are killed in Japan."

Ignoring Suoh's gun on his forehead, he walked a step closer to Asami. "Not to mention my son will definitely avenge my death. We, the Tung Shings are powerful in China, Asami."

Mah slid his hands in his pants and mocked, "So, do you still think you have the rights to negotiate with me? You are ten years too early Asami!" Mah laughed before he continued, "And yes, I purposely added white power into the heroin packets, what are you going to do?" Mah laughed.

Asami cocked his head at Kirishima. "Kirishima, proceed."

Kirishima nodded and retrieved his phone. "Done, Asami sama," he said after a short moment.

Mah stopped laughing. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, confused by Asami's calmness.

Asami took a freshly cut cigar from Kirishima and allowed the secretary to lit it with his custom made butane lighter. He drew the smoke in, savored the taste in his mouth before puffing the smoke out. The y