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Takaba Akihito and Asami Ryuichi's Sexy Bucket List by J_unleashed

Chapter 8: I'm going to make you a porn star!

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"Hey... HEY over here, Horiyoshi-san!" Mitarai called out loudly.

The distraught, elderly man was being firmly escorted from the building by police officers. He turned his head toward the two photographers standing near the street. Mitarai's flash went off several times as he jumped in front of Akihito, bumping him out of the way. "Gotcha... ya old bastard!" Mitarai momentarily glanced at Akihito. "Sorry dude... you snooze, you lose!" His flash went off several more times.

Akihito didn't even notice he had been rudely jostled out of the way. He had lowered his camera and was watching a very pretty woman dressed in business attire exit the building. She was wearing a black backpack.

A backpack? You'd think she'd be carrying something a little more stylish.

"No! You're all wrong! I was set up...!" Horiyoshi protested vehemently.

Mitarai laughed and snapped more photos. "Sure you were...!"

"No, I swear it! It was my secretary Kimura... she's working with the yakuza!"

Akihito watched as the young woman casually lowered her head, easily blending in with the other pedestrians as she walked off in the opposite direction. Akihito took off after her. When he caught up, he slowed so he was walking just behind her. "Excuse me... Kimura-san?"

The young woman turned to look at him. He quickly raised his camera and took her picture. She looked at him in shock and then turned backaround and ran.

Akihito ran after her.

She quickly scurried around the corner of a building and into an alleyway with Akihito following right behind. It turned out to be a dead end. The young woman had her back to him as she knelt on the ground and rifled through her backpack.

Akihito stopped and slowly walked toward her. "You don't need to run from me. If you're in trouble with the yakuza, I may be able to help you—" The woman suddenly stood up and turned around with a scowl on her face.

And an impressively-sized knife in her hand.

"Whoa!" Akihito took a step back. "Hey, I think that knife length maybe slightly illegal. Look, I'm not a threat to you—"

"You can say THAT again," she growled as she brandished the knife at him. "Give me that camera!"

"This?" Akihito raised his camera and then took a few more pictures of her. "No, I don't think so. This happens to be my favorite one." Akihito backed away as he slipped the camera into the case hanging on his shoulder. He heard the screeching of tires behind him.

He whipped around and saw there was a car blocking his only exit. Two shadowy figures got out of the car.

Akihito glanced back. The woman was slowly approaching with the knife. "Get the camera bag from him...!" she yelled at the men.

The two large men stepped toward Akihito. Now that he could see their faces better, he noticed they looked rather young. The tattoos on their arms looked new, but incomplete.

Akihito rolled his eyes. "You've got to be kidding me... how long ago were you hired? A month ago?"

The two men stopped and looked at each other confused. "Well, Godo here is a newbie," one of them answered, "but I can assure you I've been doing this job long enough to know 'the 20 different ways to hurt someone'."

"You've only been working for Iron Dick Itoya for two months longer than I have. And it's 'the 21 different ways to cause pain'... idiot..."

"Iron Dick Itoya?" Akihito repeated, puzzled.