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level two : part three

There was sweat running down Akira's brow as he focused on the punching bag in front of him, his knuckles dusted a deep red as he focused on destroying the punching bag. He was furious. There was a burning fire in his eyes. He was beyond furious at anyone who messed with his family. He wanted the person who took his brother to pay. He knew that Hodaka would be fine. After all, his brother was originally supposed to be their father's heir. This was more about someone picking a fight with him and his family. One night had passed and Hodaka was still nowhere to be found. Usually, Hodaka would be back in a few hours, having outsmarted both the government and rivals on numerous occasions. It never took this long for him to escape. Akira was starting to get scared. But being the leader, he could not show his fear for, in his world, fear equates to weakness. Weaknesses he could not afford to be weighed down by. He had his fair share of heartbreak, like his brother. Let us just say that the men of the Haruto family were extremely disadvantaged when it came to matters of the heart. Shrugging, he left the basement, leaving behind all his worries inside the dark room.

Stepping into his car half-naked and breathless, he stepped on the gas, determined to find his brother. He sped off into the dazzling light of the sun, his tattoos exposed to the world as he roamed the outskirts of Tokyo. He knew that whoever took his brother did not leave Tokyo because his brother could not leave the city. He looked out for any signs of life or movement along the deserted roads. He blasted music as he cooled down in the air conditioning, eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for a sign of life in the barren landscape. The more he searched, the more frantic he became. There were no buildings nearby at all and Akira was so close to losing his marbles.

Sighing in defeat, he rested his head on the horn, a loud sound echoing into the surroundings. Turning the car back around, he proceeded back home, angry at how there was nothing he could do to save his brother and mildly infuriated at the fact that he, someone with so much power was not able to take care of some low-life who managed to capture his brother.

He kept his eyes peeled to the road, driving way past the speed limit as he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline he has every time he visits The Hole.

And then he saw it, the second long rushed image of a brown building. Akira stopped the car as fast as he could, decelerating the car. Reversing it a bit, he moved his car back until he saw the brown rusted warehouse in all of its wonderful glory. He smirked to himself.

Gotcha.

He parked his car a distance away, making sure the black colour does not absorb too much heat and possibly melt the exterior of the car. Silently getting out of his car, he crept behind a tree, the dense foliage keeping hidden from sight as he looked at the warehouse. There were no windows facing the road. There were no doors or shutters either. Whoever owned this warehouse must have made adjustments to the structure to make it have only one entrance. Sighing, I ran my eyes across the warehouse, searching for any sign of a crack or a panel people could see me from. Knowing no one would see me, I crossed the road, the sun glaring at my bare body, a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin. Back against the brick, I inched forward with utmost patience. This person could be armed and dangerous. Pulling the gun from the pocket of my jeans, I finally found what seemed like a doorknob. Attaching the silencer to my gun, I shoot the doorknob, twisting open the handle and stepping inside carefully.

I was marvelled by the interior, the beautiful furniture and use of natural elements like plants made it look so good. Then my feet stepped on a pair of handcuffs that were removed, the key still inside the keyhole. My eyes scan the inside of the warehouse, searching for any sign of life. The smell of breakfast and women's soap filled the air, telling me a woman lived here.

Sighing, I hide the gun in my pocket once again, ready to step out.

And then I felt it, the cold barrel of a gun resting against my back. I lifted my arms as I heard nothing. I started slowly turning, my eyes were desperate to see the female who dared oppose me.

You?