The private elevator opened precise

The private elevator opened precisely at that moment and Asami strode out of the car, furious. He quickened his steps to Akihito when he noticed his young lover lying on the ground, badly bruised and beaten.

Asami knelt down, checked his pulse; weak but very much alive. He shook Akihito gently. "Akihito."

Slowly, Akihito's eyes fluttered opened. "You're late." He offered a weak smile.

Asami helped him on his feet. "Are you all right?"

Akihito managed to stand for a few seconds before falling into Asami's arms. "Yeah, just a little dizzy."

Asami tightened his hold around the boy, savoring his warmth for a moment before pulling away. He gripped Akihito's chin and took a good look at him. His beautiful skin was marred by bruises; a deep gash on his forehead, a cut on his lip, bruises on his jaw and both cheekbones swollen. He noticed Akihito jolted a little and held a possessive hand on his stomach. Asami pushed the boy's hands away to pull his blood- soaked shirt up and felt his blood boiled when he spotted two huge bruises, bigger than his own fists on his stomach.

"Akihito, who did this?" Asami asked.

Akihito held on to Asami to stop himself from falling. "Those two jerks over there," Akihito pointed a finger at the two men kneeling not too far away. "They were cheating your money - " Akihito pressed a finger to his injured forehead before continuing, "I overheard them and got busted – which reminds me, it's your fault for calling me at that moment!" Akihito managed to raise his voice.

Asami said nothing and turned his attention towards the two men with a gun each behind their heads. Fukada and Kawamura gulped when their boss gave them a murderous glance.

"Asami?"

The yakuza tore his gaze from the men to look at his lover.

This time, Akihito grinned. "I did you a favor. You promised to take them back."

Asami curved a smile, pleased with Akihito's fighting spirit. "I didn't but you earned your reward. I'll take one off the list."

Akihito smiled, feeling victorious. "Oh, and this story is mine. It's going to be a major scoop! I can already imagine the headlines – White collar crimes: two employees to be charged for criminal breach of trust." The photographer turned to Toru. "Toru, do me a favor, will you? Use your phone and snap some photos of these two idiots for my story; I lost mine."

Unsure if he should comply with Akihito's request, he stared at Asami who nodded at him, giving his approval. Toru retrieved his phone, took mug shots of the men and passed the phone to Akihito.

"Toru, take Akihito to the hospital," Asami instructed.

For once, Akihito did not argue when the guard stepped forward to put Akihito's arm around his shoulder before leading him into the elevator.

Asami waited till Akihito was out of his sight before he focused his attention towards the men. "Suoh," he said coolly, "take them to the basement."

Suoh nodded and hauled the men up, pushing them to the elevator.

"Asami sama, what about the story? Do you intend to let Takaba sama send the story for publishing?" Kirishima asked.

When Asami said nothing, Kirishima dared himself to speak again, "You realized that we have to make a police report if Takaba sama were to publish the story."

Asami slid his hand into his coat and pulled out his gun. "Yes, and we will."

"Asami sama, we can't – "

"Kirishima, the two men had to have someone backing them up and we're going to find out the mastermind." Asami smiled as he checked the magazine.

"But what about those two men?"

Satisfied with the condition of his gun, Asami slid it back into its shoulder harness. "We'll turn the two fools to the police though I'm afraid they will not reach the police station in one piece. The mastermind however, is a different story." Asami's voice was very much in control despite Kirishima already noticed a raging temper beneath his calm demeanor.

It took a mere 10 minutes to get Kawamura and Fukada to reveal their ally. In no mood for games, the yakuza broke Kawamura's arm and Fukada's leg before he started the interrogation. The duo, with tears in their eyes from the pain, was smart enough to give away their partner quickly or risk another bone broken.

Satoshi Yuichi, 52 years old, chief architect of Sion was brought into the room by Suoh. The man was stripped from his shirt, leaving only his pants as Suoh pulled his hands up, chained them before pressing the button on the machine to suspend him.

"Kirishima, call Inspector Mori. Tell them to collect these two from the lobby." Asami ordered as he removed his coat.

"Yes, Asami sama."

Asami flung his coat on the floor and loosened his tie. "Tell him to speed up the booking and the trial."