The three men ran inside the warehouse, but before they could take one step closer, they were quickly surrounded by the rest of Director Omura’s men.
One person stood in front of the other two. His breath came out in loud, harsh pants. Each exhale formed clouds of white mist in front of his mouth, obscuring the man’s face.
But even with his face covered by the misty veil, one could still feel the strong aura exuded by this particular person.
At that moment, Asakura looked positively wild. His clothes were disheveled and splattered with blood and dirt. His usually styled hair was now in a mess, giving him the appearance of a wild beast. There was a light scrape at the corner of his lips and one of his cheeks had a faint reddish tint.
Although Asakura’s expression seemed cold and impenetrable, his eyes were currently burning with a scorching anger, making his face behind the white vapors appear slightly distorted.
As soon as he stepped inside the warehouse, Asakura’s eyes immediately landed on Sato’s figure.
Seeing his lover being tied down to a chair, appearing helpless and on the verge of being taken advantage of, was enough to make Asakura almost go crazy with rage.
When his gaze moved to the side and he caught Director Omura just as he was about to caress Sato’s face, the final strand of sanity that still held Asakura’s mind from losing control snapped.
An uncontrolled fury burst inside his chest.
Asakura began shaking. The burning rage seemed to leak from every pore on his body until his skin felt like it was boiling. The murderous intent in his eyes became as sharp as the blade of a sword, itching to get a taste of Director Omura’s flesh.
Ultimately, Asakura couldn’t hold back anymore. His voice broke out loud and clear. Like the roar of an extremely angered beast, it signaled an impending carnage.
“OMURA, YOU FUCKING PRICK, GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF SATO!”
The other two men, who now stood on either side of Asakura, both flinched. Their Big Brother Ryuu’s shout just now sent out a heavy, domineering breath, making both of them tremble in anticipation.
Muro and Shun looked at each other, then glanced around them at the Director’s henchmen who were forming a tight circle around them.
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Even though usually Shun appeared slightly more rational and easy to talk to than Muro, at that moment the man looked quite unlike his usual self.
Shun’s eyes were narrowed, sending dangerous glares towards his enemies. The corners of his lips were curved into an almost crazed smirk.
Muro saw his friend’s expression slowly turning like this and he shivered.
Due to his wild appearance and gruff way of speaking, everyone naturally thought that Muro was the most dangerous one of the duo. Little did they know that the calm and rational Shun could transform into a cold-blooded beast when his buttons were pushed.
‘I almost forgot just how dangerous this person can get when someone really upsets him. Once his limits are crossed Shun truly transforms into a bloodthirsty person. It’s no wonder that only Big Brother Ryuu could handle Shun when he used to go on a murderous spree back then.’
Just as Muro was thus contemplating over his friend’s shift in attitude, Shun turned towards Asakura. With a serious expression on his face he gestured towards Sato.
“Big Brother Ryuu, you go on ahead. We’ll handle these people, so you should go and rescue Imamura-sama as soon as possible.”
“Alright.” Asakura nodded, then added grimly. “Then I’ll be counting on you two.”
“Of course! Leave it to us, Big Brother Ryuu!” Muro butted in.
After saying this, Muro jumped twice to warm up his body, before lunging at the row of enemies. Shun was just one step behind him. Both of them rammed into Director Omura’s henchmen like they were a pair of out-of-control bulls.
Seeing that he needn’t worry about the others, Asakura stepped forward. Once every two or three steps, a henchman tried to stop him, but they were all either sent flying by Asakura’s fists and legs or they were stopped by Muro and Shun before they even got a chance to touch Asakura’s body.
Seeing the situation, Director Omura felt slightly uneasy. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough to cause him to truly worry. He knew very well that those two men were probably the only backup Asakura had when coming there.
As a consequence, Director Omura thought he was quite safe. At least safe enough to smirk and taunt Asakura.
“So, in the end, you decided to show up. But what is this?” Director Omura sneered coldly, gesturing with his chin towards the pair of men who were battling behind Asakura. “Did you bring with you just these two losers? Is this all the great heir of the Ikemoto family can do? Or have you fallen to such a degree in your family’s eyes that they won’t provide any kind of help?”
“Humph! Compared to the likes of you I don’t need my family to back me up. You just wait there for me and I’ll show you what I can really do and how far I am willing to go.” Asakura snorted, then added in a frosty voice. “Once I get my hands on you, you will wish you’d never been born.”
“Ha! Let’s see you try then.”
As Director Omura threw those words, he reached out a hand towards Sato. The five long fingers wrapped around Sato’s slender neck, yanking at it forcefully.
With the great force of that pull, Sato felt himself being jerked forward. His body was already aching from the bindings but, with this new movement, he was hit by yet another jolt of pain. His arms throbbed painfully and his throat felt constricted.
Sato choked and felt the urge to cough, but Director Omura’s hold was too tight. Soon, there would be almost no air left inside his lungs.
Seeing Sato’s face turn red and his eyes becoming moist, Asakura’s breathing paused. His brain was buzzing, the anger driving him to lose his senses.
There were only a couple of meters between the enemy and himself, but now the problem was that Sato stood between them.
“Let him go.” Asakura growled menacingly, stopping in his tracks. “It’s me you want. I am here, so let Sato go this instant.”
“What fun would be in that? It’s not like I get to play with you everyday. Besides, I kind of like the way this person’s skin feels. It’s so soft and tender. Now I understand why you like him so much. Having such a person lying under me I, too, would become infatuated.” Director Omura retorted with a jeer.
As if to prove his words, Director Omura leaned closer, caressing Sato’s flushed face with one hand, while holding onto his neck with the other.
“Tsk. I see you really have a death wish.” Asakura said and, to the other man’s surprise, a wide smirk appeared on his face.
But instead of looking like a smile, Asakura’s expression appeared wild and dangerous. He showed his teeth like they were sharp fangs ready to plunge into the prey’s flesh and devour it. His body moved swiftly, appearing as fast as an arrow leaving the bow.
Before Director Omura got a chance to register what was happening, Asakura was already standing in front of him. He grabbed the other man by his forearm, yanking it away from Sato’s throat.
But Director Omura wasn’t that easy either.
As soon as he finally realized that he was about to lose his upperhand, he immediately moved backwards. At the same time, he pulled something sharp out of his pocket.
The object was a foldable dagger. Small and light, it was easy to use and even easier to conceal.
Consequently, Asakura only noticed the weapon when its sharp tip was pointing at Sato’s neck.
“Stop right there, you bastard, or I will cut this person’s throat right here in front of you. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?” Director Omura still found time to sneer at Asakura.
“If you so much as graze his skin, Omura, I will kill you. Not only that, but I will send your body back to your family in such a state that they won’t be able to recognize you.” Asakura threatened, taking a small step forward.
Though his words were directed at Director Omura, his eyes were fixated on Sato. The two of them looked at each other, carrying a silent communication through a passionate gaze.
‘Don’t worry, love. I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you.’ Asakura tried to silently reassure his lover.
‘Mn, I know. I’m not worried.’ Sato tried his best to respond with his eyes.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. The editing was hell, so it took me more than usual to get to a form that I was 100% pleased with. Needless to say that it still wasn’t the case, but at least I am content with how it is now. I hope you have also enjoyed it. 
Just a small heads-up. There are only 3-4 chapters left of the main story. Should have been only 2 left, but I somehow managed to make it longer… without intention
Afterwards, there will be a few extras. At this moment I have two, but I might do more of them… we’ll see
This is it for this weekend’s update. See you all in the next chapter. Until then, wish you all a wonderful week ahead!
ahhhh!! Asakura is too handsome! kick his ass!
thanks for the chapter <3
Indeed he is 😏
Will he even allow the man who did that to his Sato escape unharmed? I think not! 😌
<333
Thank you for the chapter 💜
❤️💕💗