Feel My Heart Beat

Escape

The rest of the trip to wherever they were going was quiet. Sudou seemed lost to his own thoughts so Akihito used the time to try and gauge his injuries. His right arm was handcuffed to the seat belt and other than some tenderness, it appeared to be okay. His left arm wasn't so fortunate though. It was clearly broken, part of his arm hanging limp at an unnatural angle. The break was in his forearm, a bit before his elbow. He must have landed on that arm during his fall. 

It hurt like hell.

The pain radiated out from the break and seemed to crawl up his arm. Every bump in the road speared new pain through him in an agonising jolt that had his eyes watering and he bit his lip to stop from crying out. Akihito was dizzy and could barely feel the rest of his body. He wondered if he had hit his head during the fall too. He must have, surely. Especially considering he blacked out and didn't remember hitting the ground. He tried to move his legs and pain lanced through him once again. He bit down harder on his lip to keep from crying out and tasted blood. He tentatively tried to move again. Left, it was definitely his left leg. His foot and ankle seemed okay so it was higher up. His leg seemed to look okay so maybe it was just really bruised, or maybe even a fracture. He must have fallen on his left side.

Akihito raised his head to look outside the opposite window. The motion heightened his dizziness and the flash of pain that action caused sent his senses reeling. The pain was threatening to cloud his mind. He spent long minutes trying to stay completely still while he breathed deep and slow. Finally able to push aside some of the fog in his mind, Akihito focused his gaze back on the window. It seemed as though his long struggle was in vain though because there was very little light outside and the scenery passed by as indistinct, shadowy blurs.

He let his head carefully flop back onto the seat and found himself thinking something he never would have believed previously. He thought back to that phone call he had with Asami weeks and weeks ago when he had first dumped the guards on him.

"The whole point of guards is to keep you safe, they can't do that if you've lost them."

"I can look after myself."

"You've already been targeted once. Don't make me GPS tag you."

Had Asami made good on his threat? He knew that Asami could track him on a map now. But how? If it was from the earpiece, that was currently in pieces on possibly the other side of Tokyo. Was it because his guards? Did Asami track his security team and just use them to know where Akihito was? He was always changing to wear different clothes, shoes and jewellery. He didn't always carry his cameras or camera case with him either. There was nothing he consistently carried where ever he went.

Wait.

His phone.

He never went anywhere without his phone. Too dangerous not to have a way to contact someone. Also very useful for internet searches on the fly. But that's the point, he always kept it with him. When would Asami have had a chance to get hold of his phone without him knowing? Except he had, he realised. When he got targeted the second time and ran from Asami, Akihito had been dragged back for some 'punishment' that he had completely passed out from once they were done. In the morning when he had gone to call Asami, the contact card had been changed from 'Asami' to 'Ryuichi' and he had assumed that the man himself had gone into his phone and changed it. Maybe, just maybe he had done more to his phone than just snooping through it.

Never in a million years would Akihito have believed that he would be relieved to have his things tinkered with and his privacy violated.

But still, he couldn't sit back and wait for rescue. He didn't know for certain if Asami had, in fact, GPS tagged his phone and the chances of Sudou leaving him alive long enough to find out were slim. Still, it was a small comfort that Akihito could feel his phone digging into him from his back pocket.