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"La la la la...la la!"
Taki didn't need to turn around to know who was coming down the hall behind him. He ducked into a stairwell and let the little git bebop past, while he kept a cautious distance and followed Shuichi as far as the control room.
"La la la...oooh, hi there, Miyoshi-san! Everything well with you? Goooood! Everything's awesome for me! Is the boss still in his office? Haven't seen him since we came in this morning, and oh! The parking lot? Oh, yeah. I remember now—he did forget something in his car, but blah blah blah..."
Shuichi continued babbling, but Taki had lost interest and stopped listening. How he'd love to kill Shindo right now. Or better yet, that bastard Seguchi. It might actually be better that way if Shuichi was honestly in love with the president now. Torture them both with one foul swoop. Ruin Shuichi's happiness, and get his just revenge. Nothing else seemed to be working.
If only I had the means. I'd go right out to his fucking expensive car and kidnap the bastard right now.
His anonymous tips to the mags seemed to have no effect. The buying public just didn't care about scandal anymore. If anything, he was probably helping Shuichi and Seguchi's careers.
When would there ever be another chance like this? Fewer witnesses in the parking lot.
It was like they were made of Teflon. Nothing stuck.
All I'd need is some chloroform. Knock him right out, then drag him to my car.
Taki let his fantasy run wild for a few minutes, then wondered whether he was trying to talk himself into something stupid.
Come to think of it, our cars are parked not far from each other. I could just take him home, then come right back to work before anyone misses me. Everyone in the building would then attest that I'd been right here when the thing went down.
Foolish. Dumbass foolish to even think of such a thing. Somehow he'd fail. He failed at everything. Someone would see everything, and he'd go to jail. Taki walked over to the nearest window and looked down. The parking lot was empty. Seguchi probably hadn't made it downstairs yet.
Wait, what was that thing? About chloroform...
Completely empty. No one around to witness anything. But it was damned stupid to even think about such a thing. Seguchi had powerful friends. Someone would find him at Taki's place, and he'd go to jail.
You can make it at home with something. Bleach, was it?
He could maybe take him somewhere else. Was there somewhere else? Somewhere isolated. Somewhere out of town. Or on the other side of town. He could rent an apartment temporarily.
Bleach, rubbing alcohol and nailpolish remover. That was it.
Or find an abandoned building somewhere. There were abandoned buildings all over the old part of the city. Empty warehouses, condemned tenements. That old theater that was boarded up years ago after the fire. No insurance, owners went bankrupt. The prefecture took possession after that, and they were too lazy to do anything with it. No money in the budget for city improvements. No money for anything but graft.
Bleach, rubbing alcohol, nailpolish remover, some rope or handcuffs, a gag and blindfold. That's all I need for now.
Dare he try it? Nothing else was working. No one was interested in scandal. At least, it didn't hurt one's career anymore. If they could get away with murder, why couldn't he? Why were the rules always different for Taki Aizawa?
Let's find out, shall we?
TBC
"La la la la...la la!"
Taki didn't need to turn around to know who was coming down the hall behind him. He ducked into a stairwell and let the little git bebop past, while he kept a cautious distance and followed Shuichi as far as the control room.
"La la la...oooh, hi there, Miyoshi-san! Everything well with you? Goooood! Everything's awesome for me! Is the boss still in his office? Haven't seen him since we came in this morning, and oh! The parking lot? Oh, yeah. I remember now—he did forget something in his car, but blah blah blah..."
Shuichi continued babbling, but Taki had lost interest and stopped listening. How he'd love to kill Shindo right now. Or better yet, that bastard Seguchi. It might actually be better that way if Shuichi was honestly in love with the president now. Torture them both with one foul swoop. Ruin Shuichi's happiness, and get his just revenge. Nothing else seemed to be working.
If only I had the means. I'd go right out to his fucking expensive car and kidnap the bastard right now.
His anonymous tips to the mags seemed to have no effect. The buying public just didn't care about scandal anymore. If anything, he was probably helping Shuichi and Seguchi's careers.
When would there ever be another chance like this? Fewer witnesses in the parking lot.
It was like they were made of Teflon. Nothing stuck.
All I'd need is some chloroform. Knock him right out, then drag him to my car.
Taki let his fantasy run wild for a few minutes, then wondered whether he was trying to talk himself into something stupid.
Come to think of it, our cars are parked not far from each other. I could just take him home, then come right back to work before anyone misses me. Everyone in the building would then attest that I'd been right here when the thing went down.
Foolish. Dumbass foolish to even think of such a thing. Somehow he'd fail. He failed at everything. Someone would see everything, and he'd go to jail. Taki walked over to the nearest window and looked down. The parking lot was empty. Seguchi probably hadn't made it downstairs yet.
Wait, what was that thing? About chloroform...
Completely empty. No one around to witness anything. But it was damned stupid to even think about such a thing. Seguchi had powerful friends. Someone would find him at Taki's place, and he'd go to jail.
You can make it at home with something. Bleach, was it?
He could maybe take him somewhere else. Was there somewhere else? Somewhere isolated. Somewhere out of town. Or on the other side of town. He could rent an apartment temporarily.
Bleach, rubbing alcohol and nailpolish remover. That was it.
Or find an abandoned building somewhere. There were abandoned buildings all over the old part of the city. Empty warehouses, condemned tenements. That old theater that was boarded up years ago after the fire. No insurance, owners went bankrupt. The prefecture took possession after that, and they were too lazy to do anything with it. No money in the budget for city improvements. No money for anything but graft.
Bleach, rubbing alcohol, nailpolish remover, some rope or handcuffs, a gag and blindfold. That's all I need for now.
Dare he try it? Nothing else was working. No one was interested in scandal. At least, it didn't hurt one's career anymore. If they could get away with murder, why couldn't he? Why were the rules always different for Taki Aizawa?
Let's find out, shall we?
TBC
