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"If you want Takoyaki that's fine with me. I just need Japanese food in general." Katsu called after Hiroki as the man went to change.

'Anything to get you into the freakin' car...' he thought to himself, becoming increasingly annoyed at having to play the part of Narcissus.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Azriel replied, arms behind his head as he waited for Hiroki to finish locking up the house. "So you're fine with fashion in the clothing sense but you just suck at home decor?" he asked with a teasing smirk before leading the way to the limo. "Really, Hiroki... I'll have to teach you the finer points someday it seems."

'Perfect! I just hope Ishihara's ready...' he thought to himself.

"You'd think they could serve takoyaki and ramen in the same place, ne?" he asked, opening the limo door and letting Hiroki get in first. "You'll have to give the driver the address or just direct him though... well no, he might know the place by the name..." the musician mused.

The very moment that Hiroki's backside landed on the seat... Ishihara pulled a string from where he sat..

Azriel closed the door, which locked thanks to another quick move from one of You's hands in hitting the switch, before going around the limo to get in on the other side.

The sight that awaited Katsu was... well kind of frightening even to him. Ishihara sat there, perfectly calm and composed, while Hiroki's neck was encircled with a ribbon of sorts that wrapped around it and the limo seat headrest. Of course Azriel wouldn't have known it was You had he not been with the man earlier... because Ishihara wore a hood.

It had been so simple...

Katsu sat down, closed, and locked the door. Taking off the ridiculous white hat... and revealing a lack of head scars.

"Get the syringe from my bag, won't you, Azriel?" You asked, his voice far far deeper than normal.
He hesitated to use Katsu's real name because that still wasn't public knowledge.

Smirking, Shinichirou dug in the small duffel bag, producing a syringe filled with sedative. Meanwhile, You kept the string pulled tight, more of a wire really, cutting off Hiroki's airway and pinning him to the seat.

Azriel went flying across the limo backseat, the syringe falling from his fingers and rolling under the seat itself.

Ishihara cursed,wrapping the wire around his gloved hand multiple times, not only increasing the pressure on Hiroki's neck, but allowing him to get close to the man without anything else happening.

He reached down, ripping the pocket out of Asato's pants and making the phone tumble to the car floor.

"If we were going to kill you, I would have already done so." You spoke plainly, keeping out of range of the man's arms or legs... though just barely. "The syringe is just a sedative. You'll fall asleep and wake up again tomorrow. That isn't so bad now... is it?"

There was fire in Katsu's eyes as he regained his composure. "Kisama...."

"Get the syringe, Azriel. Or do I have to discipline you too?" You asked, an edge of danger in his voice.

The musician got down on the floorboards and started looking, staying away from Hiroki's limbs as well.

Ishihara sighed, "If you keep struggling, Asato-san, you'll pass out from lack of oxygen before you've a chance to drift off peacefully. I do this for a living, you know... so please... remain calm. If you do manage to somehow escape... I am fully prepared," You produced a small handgun from his coat pocket. "To shoot you on site. I think it would be better if you just calmed down and came with us, don't you?"

It wasn't a typical syringe though... more like one of those injection guns the military used for giving vaccinations.

Ishihara found it was easier than trying to get a damn delicate needle under the skin of a wiggling victim.

Luckily, Azriel found the syringe and grabbed one of Hiroki's legs, stopping any movement, before pressing it against where the ripped pocket was and injecting him. Then he quickly backed off.

"Good..." You spoke, releasing the tension on the wire so that Hiroki could breathe, but still couldn't manage to get his head free. "Soon you'll start to feel sleepy. Until then, I would request you not move." he said, sitting down across from the man once more, one hand holding the wire and the other still pointing the gun.

Smirking, Azriel sat down beside Ishihara. "You were too easy to fool... and here I thought you'd be able to tell the difference somehow between myself and the real Narcissus. Guess I make a good actor." he said, crossing one leg over the other at the knee as the driver continued heading toward the airport.

Katsu's head snapped to the side hard enough that the temple on the other side of his head slammed into the window with a loud bang. For a split second, Azriel blacked out... but then he was cursing and holding his head.

"That's what you get for taunting him when he isn't properly restrained." You spoke, taking off the hood and moving forward to check Hiroki's vital signs and pulse.

"HE ******** KICKED ME IN THE FACE!" Shinichirou hissed, blood dribbling from a split lip.
There was already a nasty bruise forming where he'd been kicked, and another slightly less annoying bruise near his temple.

Ishihara's dark eyes focused on the man. "You're a masochist and a sadist. I thought you'd be used to a little pain by now, Katsu."

Rage was so boiled up in the man... that he ACTUALLY lashed out at You. But Ishihara blocked the attempted hit and reversed it to where he was holding Azriel's arm, wrenching it around.

"Now... if you don't want me to break your arm, I suggest you calm down." You said, not even breaking a sweat.

Contact blue eyes narrowed, "Break it and see what Izo does to you. He needs me in one piece, remember?"

Ishihara chuckled, an amused smile on his lips. "If this is a contest on who has the bigger balls, Katsu... you lose. I've gotten you your pet, and now I'm going on vacation. If you try to hit me again... I won't play nice."

He released the man, only to have another swing flying at him. Once more You blocked... but his other hand came up, the muzzle of the hand gun placed firmly against the underside of Shinichirou's chin.

"The next time you do this. I WILL shed blood." You warned... and luckily, for once, Azriel backed off.

The musician huffed, holding his sore nearly dislocated jaw. "I won't be able to sing for a while with this!" he complained, pointing to the bruise.

Ishihara smirked, "And when your pet wakes up he'll be quite happy that he's able to see he got that hit in. You'll have to train him hard over the next few days... because when I get back to Tokyo, I'll be paying you both a visit."

Finally, the limo arrived at the airport.