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[7 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 7/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 7/?
Day/Theme: 7 Sept/ Smiling as I throw the switch
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Tsukasa/Ryuji
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
They got out of the coffee-shop through the back door, and before Takaba could protest, he was bundled into a car that he barely recognised as belonging to Munakata. He could see in the rearview mirror as they left that the coffee-shop was now surrounded by dozens of men with the look of those trying not to dress in uniform.
"Who are they?" he asked.
Munakata, seemingly preoccupied by driving, didn't answer. It was Kise who prodded for him. "Ichiro?"
"People you don't want to meet, punk," Munakata said. "Didn't Asami tell you anything?"
"He didn't say a thing," Takaba said, glancing back in case someone was following them. "You mean he knows about those people?"
"He'd better," Munakata said, "considering the last time he tangled with them, he nearly ended up destroy-"
Kise made a cutting motion with a hand. "Ichiro!"
Munakata clamped his lips shut with a growl, though he glanced back at Takaba in the back seat for a second, there was something like sympathy in his face.
"Where are you taking us?" Takaba asked.
"Not us, you," Munakata said after a moment. "Uncle Akira can take care of himself." They exchanged a look.
"Let me out at the Skytree," Kise said. "There's always enough of a crowd that I can lose them. Then you can bring Takaba-kun to them."
Them?
"Sure." Munakata agreed, and swiftly changed lanes.
Kise said to Takaba, "Give me your jacket and your cap, Takaba-kun."
"What?" Takaba said, then began shrugging out of his jacket and handing over the old rag cap he kept in his back pocket. Kise was planning to disguise himself as Takaba and throw any pursuers off the scent. He didn't look much like Kise, but the cap and the jacket should fool a few people, especially in a crowd.
By the time Munakata reached the Skytree with its usual crowd of tourists milling around it, Kise had pulled on Takaba's jacket and was making sure his face was covered. Even before the car had come to a complete stop, Kise had opened the door and slipped out; and Takaba fell back as Munakata made an abrupt and illegal right turn and headed in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?"
Munakata was quiet for a moment. "You better call Asami and tell him that I'm bringing you to the Sumon residence."
"What's that?"
"You'll know when we get there. I'm trying to keep you alive, you punk. Just call him."
Takaba dug out his phone. Unsurprisingly, there were already half a dozen missed calls from Asami. The bodyguards must have been taken aback when all those yakuza stormed the coffee-shop. Asami picked up on the first ring. "Where are you?" he demanded.
"Um," Takaba looked at the back of Munakata's head. "Munakata Oyaji-"
"Munakata?"
Takaba jumped on the shocked recognition in Asami's voice. "You know his name?" he asked. As far as he knew, he had never told Asami about Munakata.
"How did you know Munakata?"
"I did an internship with him in university," Takaba said.
"Just get to the point, kid!" Munakata shouted, and Takaba jumped.
"Um, Oyaji said he's bringing me to the Sumon residence."
"Takaba, hand your phone over to him," Asami ordered. "I want to talk to him."
"And I don't want to talk to you," Munakata said. Takaba jumped.
"I could guess that was what he wanted," Munakata went on. "Hang up, kid. You've given him the message, he'll know what to do from there."
"But-"
"I taught you everything you know about surveillance and investigation, kid. I've never steered you wrong. Trust me, you'll get your answers soon enough."
They were starting to leave the city area of Tokyo and were going into the suburbs. Takaba was reminded of how Munakata could drive as though he was in a racecar.
"He said you'll know what to do," Takaba half-whispered into the phone and hung up.
***
The house was set in the midst of a Zen-like garden and looked huge and old, with dark wooden beams and a traditional shingled roof. Takaba half-expected an old lady in a kimono to appear and start to bow and greet them, like an onsen host. Instead, the man that appeared made Takaba's prickle with fear and he could feel sweat gathering in his palms.
"Akihito, what a nice surprise."
Takaba turned around and tried to walk – no, run away, but Munakata, at his back, only gave him a terse grin as he wrangled Takaba back and pushed him forward.
"We can talk inside, punk," he said.
"But he-"
"Yes, I know," Munakata said. "But that doesn't matter now. Go in, Takaba," he said more gently.
Takaba's legs felt like jelly as he looked up into the face of Feilong.
/TBC
Day/Theme: 7 Sept/ Smiling as I throw the switch
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Tsukasa/Ryuji
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
They got out of the coffee-shop through the back door, and before Takaba could protest, he was bundled into a car that he barely recognised as belonging to Munakata. He could see in the rearview mirror as they left that the coffee-shop was now surrounded by dozens of men with the look of those trying not to dress in uniform.
"Who are they?" he asked.
Munakata, seemingly preoccupied by driving, didn't answer. It was Kise who prodded for him. "Ichiro?"
"People you don't want to meet, punk," Munakata said. "Didn't Asami tell you anything?"
"He didn't say a thing," Takaba said, glancing back in case someone was following them. "You mean he knows about those people?"
"He'd better," Munakata said, "considering the last time he tangled with them, he nearly ended up destroy-"
Kise made a cutting motion with a hand. "Ichiro!"
Munakata clamped his lips shut with a growl, though he glanced back at Takaba in the back seat for a second, there was something like sympathy in his face.
"Where are you taking us?" Takaba asked.
"Not us, you," Munakata said after a moment. "Uncle Akira can take care of himself." They exchanged a look.
"Let me out at the Skytree," Kise said. "There's always enough of a crowd that I can lose them. Then you can bring Takaba-kun to them."
Them?
"Sure." Munakata agreed, and swiftly changed lanes.
Kise said to Takaba, "Give me your jacket and your cap, Takaba-kun."
"What?" Takaba said, then began shrugging out of his jacket and handing over the old rag cap he kept in his back pocket. Kise was planning to disguise himself as Takaba and throw any pursuers off the scent. He didn't look much like Kise, but the cap and the jacket should fool a few people, especially in a crowd.
By the time Munakata reached the Skytree with its usual crowd of tourists milling around it, Kise had pulled on Takaba's jacket and was making sure his face was covered. Even before the car had come to a complete stop, Kise had opened the door and slipped out; and Takaba fell back as Munakata made an abrupt and illegal right turn and headed in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?"
Munakata was quiet for a moment. "You better call Asami and tell him that I'm bringing you to the Sumon residence."
"What's that?"
"You'll know when we get there. I'm trying to keep you alive, you punk. Just call him."
Takaba dug out his phone. Unsurprisingly, there were already half a dozen missed calls from Asami. The bodyguards must have been taken aback when all those yakuza stormed the coffee-shop. Asami picked up on the first ring. "Where are you?" he demanded.
"Um," Takaba looked at the back of Munakata's head. "Munakata Oyaji-"
"Munakata?"
Takaba jumped on the shocked recognition in Asami's voice. "You know his name?" he asked. As far as he knew, he had never told Asami about Munakata.
"How did you know Munakata?"
"I did an internship with him in university," Takaba said.
"Just get to the point, kid!" Munakata shouted, and Takaba jumped.
"Um, Oyaji said he's bringing me to the Sumon residence."
"Takaba, hand your phone over to him," Asami ordered. "I want to talk to him."
"And I don't want to talk to you," Munakata said. Takaba jumped.
"I could guess that was what he wanted," Munakata went on. "Hang up, kid. You've given him the message, he'll know what to do from there."
"But-"
"I taught you everything you know about surveillance and investigation, kid. I've never steered you wrong. Trust me, you'll get your answers soon enough."
They were starting to leave the city area of Tokyo and were going into the suburbs. Takaba was reminded of how Munakata could drive as though he was in a racecar.
"He said you'll know what to do," Takaba half-whispered into the phone and hung up.
***
The house was set in the midst of a Zen-like garden and looked huge and old, with dark wooden beams and a traditional shingled roof. Takaba half-expected an old lady in a kimono to appear and start to bow and greet them, like an onsen host. Instead, the man that appeared made Takaba's prickle with fear and he could feel sweat gathering in his palms.
"Akihito, what a nice surprise."
Takaba turned around and tried to walk – no, run away, but Munakata, at his back, only gave him a terse grin as he wrangled Takaba back and pushed him forward.
"We can talk inside, punk," he said.
"But he-"
"Yes, I know," Munakata said. "But that doesn't matter now. Go in, Takaba," he said more gently.
Takaba's legs felt like jelly as he looked up into the face of Feilong.
/TBC