The Tiger and The God

Chapter 8

Atsushi's POV

When he woke up next his head was killing him as it pounded. It took him a moment before opening his eyes to see a bunch of blurry shapes. He blinked his eyes to try to get his eyes to focus. As his eyes focused he saw the redhead sitting next to him drinking a glass of wine. He groaned bringing the mafioso's attention to him as he sat up. He closed his eyes as he gripped his head as it felt like a jackhammer was loose in his head. He opened his eyes to see a gloved hand holding out pills to him. He quickly took the pills and swallowed them dry.

"What happened? Why does it feel like I was hit by a train?" He looked around the room taking in his surroundings. He was not at home and not at the agency, just where the hell was he? He looked back at the other to see an odd expression on his face.

Atsushi stood up swaying slightly with shock written all over his face. He could not believe he was kidnapped. Again! "What the hell?! You drugged me! Why?" He was angry, shocked, and a little afraid. He looked at Chuuya with a hurt expression as he was starting to trust the man. He tried to locate his phone. He picked it up only to have the mafioso take it out of his hands. He growled as he was now becoming annoyed.

Chuuya's POV

"Hey there, Tiger! One thing at a time I thought that I had removed this. I was a little sloppy there." Chuuya told the young man before using his ability to cause the phone to compress from the weight and force of the gravity on it. Now a useless piece of plastic, the Port Mafia Executive tossed it aside. He did feel some remorse for betraying the kid's trust. Although he hasn't said as much, Chuuya could see the hurt on the face of the other. Regrettable as it was, there was nothing the ginger could do about that. It was a good thing he had shackled the young man's foot to the bed. At least he wouldn't easily be able to get out the door that way.

"Calm down. I haven't done anything." Chuuya told the young man, pulling up a chair and sitting down just out of Jinko's reach. "That note with the paw print. If it was meant for you, that means that you're being targeted. If you're being targeted, you're already being followed. For obvious reasons I can't just chill at the ADA employee dorms, and staking out your place and your work ace and job locations would be a hassle." Chuuya removed his cigarette case and opened it, selecting a cigarette before looking at the grey-haired young man again. "And keeping you at the Port Mafia headquarters wouldn't exactly lure in such cowards as the ones targeting you, would it? They'd be taking on a veritable army filled with the best of the best that the Yokohama's criminal underbelly has to offer. So, I made the next best decision. Keeping the little weretiger here will definitely draw them out. Maybe not today or tomorrow since it's something they probably weren't expecting, but they'll attack by the end of the week."

Chuuya lit his cigarette and replaced the case and lighter in his coat pocket. He looked the young man in the eyes, feeling more uncomfortable and shirty than he had in a long time. But he was an Executive and he couldn't show any sign of weakness. "Had I asked you to come with me, what would your answer have been, Jinko?"

Atsushi's POV

He calmed down at the explanation the other man had given. Sunset eyes just stared at the mafioso with mixed emotions. He could understand why the executive did what he did but still, it was the wrong way to go about it. "If you had explained your reasoning I would have come with you. I want to get this group just as much as you do." His golden purple eyes looked into sapphire blue with determination and a little hint of fear. He didn't like the implication that this group was after him. Why were they after him? Could it be due to his regeneration? Now that he thought about it if they got their hands on him they could continuously harvest his organs without him dying, as long as they didn't touch his heart or brain. As he was lost in thought his face paled at an extremely fast pace. He could feel horror seep into his bones as he thought about what this group could do to him.