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Nakamura's body was hanging in the middle of a warehouse. His body was covered in dark bruises from repeated beating. The taste of blood in his mouth was so intense that he couldn't tell where it was coming from, his broken nose or his missing teeth. He spat the blood in his mouth as a gesture of defiance. Looking at the man in front of him, he could tell that Asami was enjoying himself.
"I like it that you've got guts, Nakamura kun" said Asami while watching Nakamura's defying eyes. "And I like the fact that you think that you are capable of challenging me with your attitude until the end". Asami walked back to his seat that was placed a few feet away from where Nakamura was hanging. He sat on the chair and put his cigarette in his mouth. His loyal bodyguard, Kirishima, immediately stepped forward and light the cigarette. "We have plenty of time, Nakamura, and this is only the beginning." He blowed the cigarette smoke and called for his guard "Suoh!"
At the mention of his name the bulky guard immediately went to the table where few selections of weapons were spread. After dedicating years to be Asami's trusted subordinate, he knew that his boss wanted him to up his game. Needing only a few seconds to select his weapon, the guard went to face Nakamura's back. With no warning he whipped his back. Nakamura grunted, trying to stiffle a scream. However, as the scars are getting deep the pain became too unbearable and his scream echoed through the warehouse.
Asami couldn't help but smile at the sound. That's it Nakamura, give me your best scream. Nakamura's scream finally stopped when he collapsed from the pain. "Stop" Asami ordered Suoh and the guard immediately stop his actions.
"Wake him up" said Asami. One of the guard went towards Nakamura and poured a bucket of water to Nakamura's head and face. He immediately woke up, breathing raggedly.
"So, are you ready to give me what I want to know, Nakamura kun?" Asami said impassively.
Nakamura glared at Asami showing his defiance. Asami chuckled at his attitude and nodded to Suoh, ordering the man to proceed with the torture.
Suoh went to the table again and grabbed a big pack of salt. He poured the salt into a bucket of water and went to face Nakamura's back again. Nakamura's breathing was getting faster and harsher as he prepared for the upcoming thing that was about to happen. Without warning Suoh poured the salt water onto Nakamura's back.
The scream were so loud and painful that few guards who had just followed Asami for few months went out of the warehouse to empty their stomach. The guards who had been following Asami longer all looked pale and trembled at the sight in front of them.
Nakamura hung limply in the warehouse. Sensing that the former guard was already reaching his limit, Asami said "I want names."
Exhausted with little to no energy left, Nakamura just stayed silent. He looked at Asami, but the defiant eyes were no longer there. Asami then changed his tactic. "I'll stop the torture and have you killed right away if you give me the names of the people who wanted Akihito dead. I will not harm your family as you tried to harm mine, you have my word."
Nakamura just looked silently at Asami's face, not a word coming out of his mouth. Asami's patience was wearing thin. However Asami will not be played into Nakamura's game but his own. He knew better than to give up the little patience that he had. Putting his mask perfectly he then said "Names" with a calm and confident voice.
Nakamura loved his family and he would want anything but the crime lord to hunt them. He starred at Asami's golden eye, searching for a trace of lie. But lying had never been in Asami's dictionary, and Nakamura knew that. Asami was a man of his word.
As good as the deal sounded, some part of him didn't want to accept it, the fact that his fate lies in the man he considered a love rival. Yes, he had loved Takaba Akihito since the day he had been assigned to guard the boy. And as much as he tried to ignore his feelings, he couldn't help but deepening it. The days he spent guarding him were the greatest days of his life. And for the sake of his happiness, he made sure that anyone didn't know about his feelings.
However, a one-sided love is a tough love. He knew that Takaba loved Asami. And having to witness the evidence of their love making on a daily basis made his jealousy unbearable. Deep down he had long realized that there was no place for him in Takaba's heart.
Feeling defeated thoroughly, Nakamura suddenly said "Saito, Hitoshi, Umeda." Finally getting his answer, Asami smiled and stand up to leave the warehouse. "Suoh, end this."
Able to gain control of his breathing a little bit better, Nakamura then continued "Even though I had the order, I never had any intention to kill Takaba sama."
Asami held his steps and his brows arched in surprise. "Then care to explain why did you drug and bring Akihito to an empty house miles away from Tokyo?"
"About that, I'm wondering how did you know where to find him?"
"I put a tracker in Akihito's ring" Asami answered.
Nakamura chuckled lightly "I finally know how much you trust your subordinate, Asami." Giving up on his feelings and life, Nakamura said "I brought Takaba sama to that house so that I can finally start a life with him. I've loved him for two years and I have no intention of letting him to be with a cruel sadistic bastard like you."
Asami smirked at the statement, surprising Nakamura. "I know."
While retrieving his gun from his shoulder holster, he walked towards Nakamura. "That is why I left marks on Akihito's skin everyday for you to see. That is your true punishment for falling in love with Akihito. And you are wrong Nakamura kun, I do trust my subordinates. You are the only one who didn't know about Akihito's tracker."
Smiling for the last time at Nakamura's shocked expression Asami said "Akihito is mine" and he fired a shot between Nakamura's eyes.
Asami left the warehouse looking victorious. His foot steps echoed throughout the warehouse, leaving a warning to his subordinates to not mess around with him.
And the video stopped playing. "What the ..." Akihito couldn't finish his sentence. The word shock could not describe what he felt after seeing the video tape. He sat still on the couch with arms fell on the side and jaw half dropping, just staring at the the last scene where the video stopped, Asami walking out of the warehouse.