Disclaimer: The characters of Viewfinder belong to Ayano Yamane.
Warnings: Angst, minor abuse, smex, language. (Rated R)
Pairings: Asami/Akihito, hints of Akihito/OC
Summary: When Asami sees Akihito getting close to another male, his rage comes out. What will happen if his rage lashes out on Akihito?
Notes: Hello, readers. This was going to be an oneshot, but it turned out differently since it would have been too long (Very long), if I continue to write on it. So, I plan to have two other parts to this story. Here is the first part and I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me what you think.
Part I: Break Up
As more grey smoke raises, a strong voice echoes out behind the cloud of smoke, "I want you to find every piece of information on this person and want a report back within an hour." When two of his bodyguards glance at him, he sneers out, "Now!" Like magic, they both bow their head and leave his office. While tapping his fingers against the desk, Asami thinks, "He better not be doing what I think he is or Akihito will regret it." Since the morning, after hearing about the younger man going around another male and being very friendly, the yakuza has been making his men's lives a living hell. Stomping out the cigarette, he growls out, "That damn little brat will regret it."
Across the city, at a small restaurant, Akihito runs over to the table and sits down. As he gives a friendly smile, he asks in an excited voice, "Did they give it to me?"
Rolling his eyes, Benito sighs out, "Yeah, you got it." While leaning forward, he asks in a whispering voice, "What is the real reason for taking up this dangerous job?" When the photographer only smiles to reply, he sits back and shakes his head. For almost a month, he has tried to get his co-worker from doing something this dangerous. As he takes a slip of coffee, he retorts, "You do realize these guys will kill you if they catch you."
Akihito responds, "The thrill of the chase is the best part." When the other man glares at him, he laughs out, "Oh, stop it. It is my job and I enjoy what I do." After drinking the rest of his drink, he checks his watch and groans, "Oh, shit, I forgot. I have a meeting to go to." Without saying another word, he jumps up and leaves.
When he notices the photographer's cell phone laying on the table, Benito tosses money onto the table and runs out of the restaurant. While running toward the younger man, he yells, "Hey, Aki! You left this behind!"
Turning around, the photographer takes the phone and mumbles, "Thanks. I would be in for it if I lost this."
Meanwhile, in the black of the limo, golden orbs narrow even more to notice the younger man laughing and shaking his head at the other man. True rage races up and wants to finish the person, who is to close to what is his. When he dials a number by heart, he lights up a cigarette and waits for the call to be picked up.
Across the street, Akihito tells Benito, "Sorry, but I already have plans."
Benito replies, "Well, at least let me drop you off to your meeting."
Before he can answer, his cell phone goes off and Akihito answers it quickly, "Hello."
A strong cold voice replies, "I'm waiting."
With a frown, the photographer mumbles, "You can wait a little longer."
Asami responds, "Oh. Guess that guy is important."
Snapping his head up, hazel orbs look around while Akihito asks, "Are you near by?" The only answer he gets is the phone going dead. As he notices the black limo, he shakes his head and wonders how he could have missed that when he walked out of the restaurant.
As he turns his head to notice what his co-worker is looking at, Benito asks, "Is everything all right? You aren't in trouble again?"
Blinking his eyes, Akihito answers, "Not at all. I got to run." Before the other man can stop him, he runs across the street to the waiting limo. For once, he really wished the yakuza wasn't so forceful on him. When the bodyguard steps out and opens the door, he nods his head and slides inside. Before Asami can say anything, the photographer growls out, "Do you mind me having a life and doing my job!?"
Asami replies coldly, "Yes, I do mind in fact." Grabbing a hold of his lover's arm tightly and pulling him close to him, he whispers in a dangerous tone, "You better not have any ideas of being unfaithful to me."
As he blinks his eyes confused by the yakuza's words, Akihito is ready to yell that the older man has lost it. Then the thought of who he was with just moments ago come to mind and he can't stop himself from laughing. When those golden orbs narrow at him, he chuckles out, "You think I was trying to get with Benito." Falling off the seat onto the floor of the limo, he grabs his stomach to calm down his laughing fit. As he looks up to see the same cold calm face, he states between laughing, "Benito . . . Benito is . . . is a co-worker and . . . and that's it."
When he exhales grey smoke from his mouth, the yakuza asks, "Why would you need to see a co-worker for a month outside the work place?"
Leaning back against the leather seat, the photographer growls out, "You have your goons following me again! You swore to stop that!" As he folds his arms over his chest and turns his head away from those fierce eyes, he mumbles, "Fuck off, Asami. So what, I have been hanging out with a co-worker slash friend." Of course, he knows by now that his older lover isn't going to let this go so easy and want to know everything. This time, he has no plan of answering because what he is about to do is something for the other man. By taking down his lover's rival the legal way since he already heard that Asami can't touch this group at the moment without raising more problems. When did he start to justify things concerning the yakuza? Then again, this group are worse than the man sitting across of him.
Pulling his lover to him, Asami can't control his anger and lashes out at the younger man, "Do not think I will spare you if you betray me."
Even knowing that he is playing with fire, Akihito snaps back, "Tell me, Asami, how many times have you betrayed me! You tell me to not be unfaithful and there are two reasons I haven't! But what about you!? Have you been faithful to me!?" It wasn't hard to notice the other lovers around the yakuza. Oh, he finally accepted that he belongs to Asami, but he knows the other isn't his. It does hurt him over and over, but he notices the older man always returns to him. That has to mean something. As he squirms out of the hold and flops back into his seat, he mumbles angrily, "Don't answer that question. I already know the answer to it."
As he slams his hand right by the younger man's head, Asami growls, "You better watch that tongue of yours, Akihito. You might just tick off the wrong people." Without waiting for a comment, he kisses Akihito forcefully and demanding. When the photographer opens his mouth, the yakuza invades the mouth with his tongue, claiming what is his.
Like always, fear and desire runs through his body. How can one man bring Akihito to a state like this? As he feels the stronger body against his, he moans into the kiss. No matter how hard he tries, he always gives into the older man. When he grabs the suit jacket tighten, he pulls his head back to feel spilt running down his chin. While golden orbs stare at him hungrily, he pants out, "I . . . I . . . am not . . . not being unfaithful."
Pushing up the photographer's shirt with his hand to feel the soft smooth skin, Asami breathes out, ghosting his lips against Akihito's, "You better not or you will not know what hits you." As he pinches the hard nipple, he moves his lips near the photographer's ear.
Akihito's breathing starts to become heavy and shivers run down his back. When he feels the wet warmth against his skin, he moans lowly. Once again, everything is thrown out of his mind and he is swallow into lust. While running his hands down the suit jacket, the photographer starts to loosen the jacket. When he opens it up, he leans up and moans, "Asami . . . Asami, need . . . need to feel you."
Bitting below the ear, the yakuza licks at the bite mark. When he pushes the younger man down onto the seat, he coldly retorts, "I want to know why you are around that man." As his lover shakes his head, he leans over the body and tugs at his tie. Giving a warning look down at the other man, he sneers at Akihito, "You will tell me sooner or later. I don't think you would like the later part."
As he squirms under the older man, Akihito remarks, "We are almost at my apartment." When he watches Asami roll down the window and orders the driver to drive around until he tells them to stop, he struggles and raises his hands to push the yakuza off of him. By now, he should know better than to outsmart his lover. It never works the way he thinks and his lover comes out on top anyway.
Pushing the hands down above Akihito's head, he uses his tie to bind the wrists to the seat belt. As he forces the photographer's legs apart by putting his body between them, Asami asks in a teasing voice, "How long will you keep quiet about it if I do this to you?" With those words, his hand moves over the clothed groin and rubs to bring pleasure through the younger man.
While his hips buckle up to gain more of the touch, the photographer thinks everything over. He knows that he will spill one way or another. The question is will he be able to stand this slow torture. As he shakes his head, he groans out, "A job."
As he unzips the jeans, the yakuza questions, "What kind of job?"
Everything starts to turn to a haze inside his mind. Trying to gain some air into his lungs, he blurts out, "To catch some . . . some criminals . . . criminals in the act." When he feels the strong hand grab him, he moans loudly. Before anything else can be said, he feels his jeans ripped off him quickly. While those hands work their magic on his body, Akihito tosses his head back and forth. All the while, moaning out Asami's name. When he can't take anymore of the teasing, he begs, "Oh, gods, Asami. Please . . . Please . . . Please."
Leaning down, Asami kisses those panting lips hard and roughly. As he runs his hands over the body under him, his lips move over to the photographer's ear and he breathes out, "You are mine, Akihito. You have no freedom in this world." Without waiting for a smart remark, he pushes inside the other hard and rough.
Grabbing the seat beat tightly to make his knuckles turn white, Akihito screams out, "ASAMI!!" The pace is fast and hard. As he feels the older man suck on his neck, marking him to be the yakuza's, he moans out weakly, "Please. Touch me. Touch me. Oh, god, just touch me. Asami." When receives what he wants the most, he thrusts his hips up to meet Asami and moans. Sweat starts to roll down his face and the photographer groans, moans, and whimpers.
As he squeezes Akihito's cock, Asami asks in a growl, "Who do you belong to?"
Blinking his eyes to stop the fireworks, the photographer tries to form words but all that comes out are moans. When he feels the hand tighten, he yelps and tries to remember what the older man just asked him.
Asami sneers out, "Who do you belong to, Akihito?" He thrusts harder than the last time to make the other man whimper.
As he bangs his head against the leather seat, Akihito screams out, "YOU!" Finally the hand releases its tight hold on his cock and a finger runs across the slit, which makes him arch up and cum with a loud moan. Within a few thrusts, he feels semen run down his thighs to let him know his lover released inside of him. Falling back down onto the seat, he pants and tries to calm himself down from the mind blowing sex. From half-open eyes, he watches the yakuza clean both of them up and tuck his soften cock back inside his pants like nothing happened. When he is dressed and untied, he rolls to his side, mumbling one word before falling to sleep, "Bastard."
--
When he wakes up, the photographer finds himself in his own bed alone. It never changes but still he has the lingering presence of the older man. As he sighs and turns over to look at the clock on the night stand, he groans softly from the pain racing up his back side. His lover was very rough with him in the limo and he hasn't felt that roughness for a long time. As he hears a banging sound, he frowns and slowly gets up. While the banging noise doesn't stop, he screams out hoarsely, "I'm coming!" When he opens the door, he blinks his eyes to see Benito standing there. Leaning against the wall, Akihito asks with a raised eyebrow, "Why are you doing here?"
Benito responds, "Damn, Aki, you look like you have been running for days."
In the back of his mind, Akihito wants to say that it is because his over jealous lover decided to mark his claim on him in the harshest ways. As he yawns, he mumbles, "You didn't answer my question."
With a small smile, Benito answers, "Well, I thought you were in trouble. You just don't seem the type to be in the company of a rich person. I got worried when you didn't answer your cell. So, I came to see if you were all right." By this time, he is inside the small apartment. As he glances over the younger man, he asks, "Was that person a source?"
Moving slowly to the couch, Akihito replies, "You can say that." When his friend sits across from him and gives him a look, he refuses to say anymore than that. The less people know about his relationship with the most powerful figure in the underworld, the safer everyone would be. Feeling his hands in Benito's hands, he pulls back and mumbles, "I'm taken."
Tilting his head, Benito retorts, "Aki, I really like you. Even if you are taken, I'm still here for you." When the other gives him a look, he sighs out, "As a friend. So, if you have a problem, you can tell me anytime. I'll listen."
It would be nice for the photographer to tell someone about everything, but he keeps his mouth shut. When he admitted to himself that he felt more for the older man, Akihito swore to himself never to reveal the relationship. One reason is because everyone knows who Asami Ryuichi is and that will just cause more problems. With a smile, he lies, "Everything is great." When his phone rings loudly, he grabs it and answers, "Hello."
Kou replies, "Hey, Aki. Want to hang out tonight?"
Akihito answers, "That sounds good since I will be out of touch for a few days. Got a job to do." While listening to his friend whine about his jobs, he laughs out, "Yeah, yeah. Tonight at the bar. Got you. See you and Takato there." Hanging up, he looks over at Benito and asks, "Care to hang out with me and my friends tonight? We still got to talk about the job."
Benito mumbles, "Hmm, Aki, you forgot, didn't you?"
Blinking his eyes confused, the photographer asks, "Forgot what?"
Sighing, Benito answers, "You have to go to a party tonight with me to take photos." While watching the young man quickly call his friend and talk for ten minutes, he shakes his head and retorts, "Be ready by six and I'll pick you up."
As he smiles, Akihito replies, "Yeah, I'll be ready. Talk to you tonight." The other man shows himself out and the photographer leans back against the couch. When he notices a note on the table, he picks it up and reads it to himself.
Akihito,
Come to the Club at ten tonight. If you do not come on your own, then I will send my men to get you.
Asami
Balling up the note and tossing it into the trash, he growls out to himself, "Damn bastard. Thinking he can order me around." As he shakes his head, he slowly gets up and goes to get ready for the day.
At Club Sion, Asami sits in his office, balling up the report on his pet. As he inhales the cigarette deeply, he exhales grey smoke slowly. It calms him down for about two seconds before rage comes back. While rereading the report to know that the guy from the other day went to his pet's apartment, he wonders if it could be possible that the younger man is trying to piss him off. Putting out his cigarette, he orders his men, "Follow him and tell me what he is doing." Once the bodyguards leave quickly, he rubs his forehead to stop the on coming headache. Tonight he will need his entire focus.
--
Around six in the evening, the photographer is picked up by Benito and driven to the party. Since it was a high class party, Akihito wears a nice suit and hopes some of these people didn't know who he really was. After all, the yakuza forced him to parties before and this would be the crowd that Asami deals with. When people start to chat and dance, he snaps a few shoots of the place.
Walking over, Benito asks, "Want to dance, Aki?"
As his face heats up, Akihito mumbles, "No thank you. I told you earlier that I'm taken."
When he leans against the wall, Benito questions, "Why didn't you invite your lover? You could have." As his co-worker continues to snap pictures of the people, he sighs out, "You are hiding something about your relationship. It makes me think that you don't want it but can't walk out of it."
While setting his camera down onto the table, the photographer turns around to face his co-worker and snaps out, "It is not your business about my personal life, Benito-san." When those green orbs widen, he snorts out, "I told you that I'm not interest. So, drop it." Turning around, he feels the need to walk around and find the waiter to grab a glass of wine to relax him. Benito hit to close to home. Oh, he does wish to stay with the yakuza but sometimes he wants to walk away and never look back. As he walks through the crowd, he hears loud laughter. When he turns the corner, he freezes and his heart starts to pound. Before being caught, he leans against the wall to hear every word being said.
A soft sweet voice rings out, "It will not work. He will find out. Ryuichi, maybe it is time . . . "
Asami replies coldly, "No. He will not find out at all."
As he peeks his head out, Akihito lets tears fall to see the older man kissing a very beautiful woman. Without waiting for being spotted, he walks through the crowd quickly. Anything to escape the pain in his heart. Why did it surprise him so much? After all, he already knew the yakuza had other lovers. How could he not? Always wanting to take down the older man to only see others walk in and out of the yakuza's life. So, why does it hurt him more right now to see the act? When his arm is caught in a grip, he struggles and mumbles, "Let me go."
As he looks at the younger man, Benito asks in a concern voice, "What is wrong, Aki? If I upsetted you this much, I'm really sorry."
Turning around to see his co-worker holding onto his arm, the photographer whispers, "Take me out of here. I don't care where we go. Please, Benito."
Handing the photographer's camera to him, Benito nods his head and walks out with the other man into the night. When he slides into the car, he questions, "What happened in there?"
With a bitter chuckle, Akihito mumbles sadly, "My personal life."
Benito offers, "You could come over to my apartment and we can drink our sorrows out. Then maybe you can tell me why you are in tears."
As he leans his head against the window, the photographer responds, "Over your apartment and drinking sounds great to me. As for me talking, I'll think about that."
Back at the party, an old man walks over and snickers, "Nice to see you two finally getting along."
Pulling back from the kiss, Asami smirks and retorts, "Looks can be misleading. Don't you agree, Saro?"
As her hand slaps across the yakuza's face, Saro yells out, "You fucking prick! How dare you touch me!?" Even if she knows her life is on the edge right now, she refuses to back down from a fight.
Before she walks away, the yakuza grabs her arm tightly and growls out, "You aren't going anywhere!" As he pulls her to him, he whispers coldly into her ear, "You wish to die right here and now. I'm not him who will be soft to you or mislead you about this world." When the old man shakes his head and walks away, he pushes her away and sneers out, "I have no time for an useless woman. If you wish to fight foolishly, then do it on your own."
As she watches him take a few steps, Saro grabs his arm and pleads, "Stop, Ryuichi. I... I..." With her head turn, she mumbles, "I just don't know what to do anymore. He is so different now and there is more than I didn't tell you."
When his golden orbs watch her shake, Asami asks, "What else did you leave out?"
Dropping her arms to her side, Saro whispers, "He is abusing me, Ryuichi. I have no where to turn, but to you."
As he stares at her to see her looking so defeated, the yakuza sighs out, "Fine." When she lifts her head to look at him, he orders, "You will do everything I tell you to do. I will help you but you better not do anything foolish."
--
Two hours later, Akihito sits there and stares down into the glass that he hasn't touched for five minutes. When he feels a hand on his shoulder, he jumps startled out of his thoughts. As he gives a soft smile, he explains, "The person I'm with was at the party and not alone." While watching Benito take a seat across from him, he continues, "It isn't like we have a relationship. It is sex and that's it. Nothing more than that."
Benito questions, "For him?"
Lifting his head to stare at his co-worker sadly, the photographer mumbles out his answer, "Yeah, for him. I'm nothing to him and that isn't going to change ever."
As he tilts his head, Benito asks, "Why stay with him then? You could leave the bastard anytime."
After finishing the glass of beer, Akihito sighs out, "I don't know. I thought it over and over but always came with no answer to that question." Could it be that he fears what the yakuza will do if he leaves him? He is just fooling himself. It was never fear that kept him with the older man. Deep inside he knows the answer to the reason why he refuses to leave Asami, but he doesn't want to admit it to himself. If he does, then his world will crash down.
While his hand wipes away the falling tears, Benito retorts, "I wished it was me that you fell for. I would give you everything that you deserve." Without thinking twice, he leans forward and kisses those thin lips.
As his eyes widen from such a gentle kiss, the photographer freezes and his mind isn't working right. Before he can think it all over, he returns the kiss. Why should he be faithful when Asami isn't? When he pulled up from his seat, he moans softly to feel the kiss deepen. While being walked into a different room, he starts to unbuttons Benito's shirt. As he lands onto a soft bed, his hands run up the other's man chest. While feeling Benito's hands on him, he thinks, "His touch is so gentle unlike Asami. It is like he thinks I will break if he touches me harder." Something snaps within him and he raises his hands. Pushing the other man away from him, Akihito screams out, "Stop!"
Pulling back quickly, Benito blinks his eyes to over come the aroused state he was just in. While watching the younger man start to sob, he asks, "Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?"
Not up for answering those questions, the photographer quickly climbs out of the bed and fixes his clothes. As he runs out of the room, he grabs his jacket and cell phone. How could he use someone to get back at the yakuza? All he wanted to do was hurt Asami in the worse ways possible and he was thinking about being with someone else to do it. Before he can run out of the apartment, his arm is grabbed. Turning around to face Benito, Akihito sobs out, "I was just using you to hurt him!" As his arm is released, he bolts out of the apartment and down the stairs. The cold night air sobers his mind up.
--
At Club Sion, Asami raises his voice over the phone, "What do you mean you can't find him!?" As his cigarette breaks in half, he throws it into the ashtray. When he hears the last place his guards saw him at, he growls lowly and slams the phone down hard. Grabbing his jacket, he barks out, "Akira, get the car ready. I have a meeting." Without a question, Akira gets the car in front of the club quickly and every other of his men back up a few steps. As he feels the anger soaring through him, he slides into the limo and mumbles, "I will make that man pay." The trip to Benito's apartment only takes ten minutes and he climbs up the stairs with two of his best men.
Inside the apartment, Benito cleans up the beer cans and the dishes. When he hears a loud banging on his door, he hopes it is his young co-worker coming back. As he opens the door, he is pushed inside roughly and cold golden orbs glare at him. While seeing the other two men behind Asami, he asks, "What do you want?"
Asami growls out his question, "Where is Akihito?" Already he feels like smashing this guy's face in and making death very painful. Holding a tight control onto his anger, he scans around to notice the younger man's camera, sitting on the table. Before the other man can lie, he sneers out, "He was here since his camera is here. Is he still here?"
Flopping onto the seat, Benito responds rudely, "Whatever reason you are looking for Akihito, he isn't here any longer. He took off about hour ago." When the two big men start looking through his apartment, he snorts out, "I told you he isn't here. And what the hell do you want with him!?"
As he slams his hand right near Benito's head, the yakuza growls lowly and dangerously, "Do not go near what is mine again or hell will be paid."
Jin walks to his boss and responds, "Takaba-kun isn't here, boss."
Standing up straight, Asami smirks down at Benito and asks, "Not good for him? Or did he not enjoy your touch?"
With a glare, Benito snaps out, "Don't know. He was pissed that he would use me to hurt you and took off. He can't be unfaithful to you but you sure the hell can show off your other lovers in front of him easy. He saw you with someone at the party tonight."
When he realizes what the younger man saw, Asami walks out of the apartment with Jin and Akira. As he lights up a cigarette, he orders, "Find the brat before he gets himself in trouble."
--
Across the city, at a huge apartment place, Yasuka watches the young man pace around in her living room. As she sighs deeply, she asks, "What kind of trouble are you in?"
When his head snaps up to stare at Yasuka, the photographer questions, "What makes you think I'm in trouble?"
With a raised eyebrow, Yasuka snorts out, "Hmm, let me see. First you came to me which isn't like you. Second you are pacing my living room and putting holes into the floor while mumbling to yourself." As she takes a sip from the wine glass, she continues, "That would seem that you are in trouble and big time too." Walking over to the bar, she asks, "Did anyone follow you?"
As he flops onto the leather couch, Akihito answers, "Of course not. I lost the goons." When she turns around to stare at him, he sighs out, "Love problems."
Leaning against the bar, Yasuka states, "Your father isn't going to like to know about you being involved with a dangerous person. Oh, and don't forget her. She will be having a heart attack that her baby is in this life."
Giving her the middle finger, the photographer snorts out, "Drop it. It isn't like I asked for it to start with."
Yasuka responds, "I can take care of it if you are forced into this."
Akihito sighs out, "Save yourself the trouble, Yas. You wouldn't have enough fighting power to take on Asami."
As she chokes on her wine, Yasuka hits her chest to stop choking. When the young man closes his eyes, she yells out surprised, "You mean Asami Ryuichi!? The most powerful figure in the underworld!"
Without opening his eyes, Akihito mumbles, "Yup, that's him. I'm his pet or sex toy. Whatever you want to call it."
Yasuka retorts, "Your fucked with that one. I can't help you there."
As he opens his eyes and leans his head back to stare at her, the photographer mutters, "Some help you are."
Setting her glass down, Yasuka replies, "Oh, please, don't tell me you didn't ask for it. You and your justice, Aki. Be lucky he didn't remove you from the picture." As she refills her glass, her hazel orbs watch the photographer throw his arm over his eyes. Filling up another glass, she walks over and hands him the drink.
While taking the drink, Akihito asks, "Where did it go wrong?" When her hazel orbs look at him, he continues, "I mean our family. At one point we were close to each other. When did that change?"
As she sets her glass down on the table, Yasuka answers, "She remarried to a man who couldn't stand me. He threw me out when I was old enough. What did you accept me to do out in the world alone?"
When she lights up a cigarette, the photographer questions, "So you had to get involved with yakuza? You could have done . . . "
Yasuka glares at her brother and snaps, "I am not going to discuss what I choose in my life to someone who doesn't understand. At least you still had a home, Akihito. Somewhere to shelter you. I had nothing but the clothes on my back. I survived through the cold world." As she stands up quickly, she retorts, "You can stay for the night but don't think I'm going to break a truce for someone like you. Brother or not, you aren't of the world I live."
As she walks into her room, Akihito sighs to himself. While they grew up, he always looked up to her even if she was only four years older than him. They never fought and she was always protective of him. When he fishes out his cell phone, he notices three miss calls. The first two are from Benito. One of his message was saying that he was sorry. The other one was a warning that some guy was looking for him. When he listens to the third message, he closes his eyes to listen closely to the deep strong voice of the older man's. All it said was to call Asami and that he would explain everything. What was there to explain? Didn't he have enough pain? With tears pouring down his face, he sighs out sadly, "Asami."
Inside the bedroom, Yasuka sighs to herself and peeks out of the bedroom to notice her brother crying himself to sleep. After two hours, sitting by the window and thinking over everything, she stands up and walks out into the living room. As she covers the young man up, she whispers, "I will always protect you, Aki-chan." With that said, she leaves to take care of some business.
--
A few hours later, Asami yells at everyone who gets to close to him or reports that they still didn't find his pet. As he opens the pack of cigarettes to only find out that all the cigarettes are gone, he growls to himself. When there is a knock at the door, he retorts coldly, "You better be telling me you found him."
Jin pokes his head in the office and mumbles, "Asami-sama, someone is here to see you and this woman says it is about Takaba-kun."
With a raised eyebrow, the yakuza responds, "Let her in." When the door is opened, all the way and Jin ushers a young woman with sunglasses in, he watches his bodyguard leave quickly. As he pulls his drawer open and pulls out another pack of smokes, he asks without looking at her, "What is it about Takaba?"
As she snorts softly, Yasuka answers, "Surprised you didn't call him by his first name even in the presence of someone else. Are you afraid what people would think if a powerful man like you are in a relationship with another guy?"
Snapping his head to stare at the woman, Asami growls out his question, "How did you know about my relationship with him?"
Yasuka snorts out, "If you call it that. For your question, he told me." When those golden orbs glare at her, she introduces herself, "My name is Kobayashi Yasuka."
When he remembers the name quickly, Asami leans back and asks, "How would he know someone like you, Mrs. Kobayashi?" This woman is the wife of one of his powerful allies but his old friend passed away, leaving everything to his wife. As he finds it strange for her to being wearing sunglasses inside a building, he questions, "Is something wrong with your eyes?"
As she takes off her sunglasses, Yasuka answers, "Nothing is wrong with my eyes, Asami-sama. My deceased husband told me to never cross the line with you and that I could go to you for help. It would seem that I will be crossing the line, not able to hold up my word." When she looks up, she states deadly and coldly, "You harmed something I swore to always protect. But we can settle this business like. You, Asami-sama, would just have to stay away from Akihito for good."
While staring into the same color eyes like his lover, Asami stands up quickly and snaps out, "I will not bow down to your demands, Mrs. Kobayashi. Even that your husband was a good friend to me, I will not give my claim up on Akihito ever. He is mine."
Standing up without fear in her hazel orbs, Yasuka responds, "You act like he is a piece of furniture. He is a living human being." When the older man stares at her unmoving, she asks, "Do you at least care for him?" As she notices a slight shift in his expression, she replies, "I see." Those unreadable orbs show something for the photographer. It reminds her of the man who took care of her. Taking her seat again, Yasuka sighs out, "He is at my apartment, crying his eyes out. It can become annoying."
With a raised eyebrow, Asami asks, "Why tell me this? Just a moment ago, you were willing to go to war against me to protect him."
As she leans her head on her hand, Yasuka answers, "My husband taught me this life well and told me about you, Asami-sama. I would have to be totally insane if I went to war against you." When she stands up, she snorts out, "I told my dear brother to never ask me for help in anything that involves my life because he wouldn't gain it from me." Tossing a piece of paper onto the desk, she mumbles, "Just don't ruin my place, Asami-sama."
At Yasuka's apartment, Akihito wakes up to warmth. As he notices the blanket, he smiles softly to see his sister cares a little for him. When he sits up, he calls out, "Yas?" No one answers and he looks at the clock to see it is almost six in the morning. Standing up, he hears his stomach growl. Walking to the bathroom, he thinks, "First clean up and then eat. I have to be out of here before Yas comes home." After spending almost an hour getting cleaned, he walks out to find a nice breakfast on the table. As he scans the area, he calls out, "Yas?"
A maid walks in and replies, "Oh, Madam Yasuka said that you would still be here and to make sure you had breakfast." With a small bow, she continues, "It is nice to meet you, Takaba-kun."
While watching the maid walk out, the photographer sits down and starts to eat. Even with his stomach growling for more food, he plays with the food instead since he can't stop thinking about the yakuza. Last night was hell to him and now he has no idea what to do. Should he return to Asami? Can he really run away from the older man without being caught? As he slumps down even more into the seat, he groans out, "Asami is going to kill me for even letting it go that far with Benito."
A dark voice asks behind him, "And how far did it go, Akihito?"
Turning around to knock over the food onto the floor, Akihito stares straight into golden orbs that only read anger. As he tries to form ideas of how the man found him, he sighs out, "I see my sister paid you a visit." Without waiting for a response, he starts to clean up the mess he made. Anything to prevent from looking into those cold eyes. When he is pulled roughly up from the floor, he yelps in a pain.
Tightening his hold on the small wrist, Asami growls out, "Did you sleep with him?"
As the breath is knocked out of him being pushed into the wall hard, the photographer groans out, "No." When those cold eyes narrow at him, he states, "Almost did, but I pushed him away." Falling onto the floor hard by being thrown down by his lover, he screams out, " I fucking saw you kissing a woman at that party! You weren't being faithful . . . "
Without thinking twice, Asami's hand raises and he slaps the photographer across the face. As he watches the younger man cover up his face with his hand, he snaps, "You fool! That woman is nothing. I was protecting her and that is it."
Lowering his head and continuing to hold his face with his hand, Akihito thinks, "Asami has never done this to me before. Maybe being rough to me but never really harmed me like this. I must have driven him past his control." As he is pulled up from the floor, he whispers, "You can't except me to know if you don't tell me anything. You act like I should have known that it was an act. I . . . I seen so many people walk in and out of your life like nothing. I . . ."
As he lifts Akihito's chin up to look straight into his eyes, Asami replies, "I am not a man who can easily share things. If I tell you, then your life is in more danger than it is already." When he pulls back, he sighs out, "Grow up, Takaba. I told you once to wise up if you didn't want to land in dangerous situations again."
Before the older man can walk out, Akihito grabs Asami's arm and asks in a pleading voice, "What do you want me to do? How can you ask me to be yours and not think I want the same from you?"
Turning to glance at the younger man, the yakuza retorts, "I can't be all yours." When those hazel orbs look up at him in sadness, he questions, "Can you leave the life you know? Are you willing to turn your back on your friends and your family just to protect them from the cruel underworld?" Silence is met to his questions. As he pulls his arm away from Akihito, he speaks up, "I can't be all yours because you don't understand the life I live."
When the other man walks out, Akihito falls to his knees and sobs to himself. What did all that mean? How is he suppose to figure it out? As he shakes from the sobs escaping him, he pulls himself together. While standing up, he whispers, "It seems that I can't be with you ever again."
Outside the apartment building, Yasuka leans against the brick wall and watches the powerful man walk down the stairs. Lighting up a cigarette, she asks, "What damage do I have to clean up?"
Asami answers, "There is no damage."
As her hazel orbs glance at him, Yasuka mumbles, "I was talking about Akihito. What emotional scars did you leave on that poor boy?"
When he turns to look at her, the yakuza replies, "He is your brother. You should know what his emotional . . . "
Yasuka cuts him off, "Akihito and I aren't close. Not anymore. I shut that life out completely, Asami-sama." As she stands up straight, she states, "You understand that course of action on my part. Akihito isn't my brother and hasn't been for a long time."
As he watches her throw the cigarette onto the ground, Asami responds, "Akihito is a fighter. He'll pull through this like he has done many times before." With that said, he walks away for good.
Inside the apartment, Akihito grabs a few of his things that he brought and walks out. When he looks over at his sister, he mumbles, "For what it is worth, it was nice to see you again, Yas." Without waiting for a response, he runs down the street. It is time for him to move on with his life. This time, he has a chance to have a life without danger in it. After an hour of walking, he walks up the stairs to and knocks on the door. When the door opens quickly to show off a worried face, the photographer asks, "Care to have dinner with me, Benito?"
Notes: I hope you enjoyed the first part. I'll try to have the next part up within a couple of days. Please tell me what you think.
