AN: So, I originally had this story as a one-shot, but after talking it over with my sister, I decide to have three chapters for it. Also, it's 1:35 a.m in the morning, this is raw. I looked over it some...
Here's the summary: Two years have passed since Takaba escaped his loveless relationship with Asami. Much has happened in those couple of years, Takaba got what he wanted most, a family, if not exactly in the way he expected. He's got a job as a caretaker in a hospital, and his life has been completely absent of Asami. That is, until the Drug Lord is involved in a near fatal shooting accident, thus forcing he and Takaba to cross paths again. Will old feelings be rekindled, or will Asami be willing to change for the boy he nearly lost it all for.
Now since i've decided to make this three/four chapters, this won't exactly follow up on the summary, but it will kinda lead it's way too it, especially towards the end. Anyway, I also want to base a lot of this story on Luna Lovegoods quote, "Anyway, my mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect." You don't have to be a Harry Potter fan to enjoy this story, the quote just matches the story a lot, and makes a lot of sense.
Warnings:
Character Death (Major)
Crippled Asami/Asami's tossed around Heart
Escaped Takaba
Depression
Thoughts of Suicide
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Must be the Nargles
"Anyway, my mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect."
-Luna Lovegood
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He'll find you...
What are you doing?...
Why run away from Asami, he's given you everything!
He's going to punish you!
"Shut up!" In public, in the crowded streets of Japan, the voices still toyed with Takaba's exhausted head, beckoning him to succumb to his weakness. People cast nervous glances at him, as they were unprepared for his outburst. Quickly, he pulled his dark hoodie tighter over his head, he hadn't meant to act suspicious. He needed to blend in with the common crowd, or in his case, a crowd who'd just left a gathering of a sort, there were a lot of people. Thus, he strove to disappear within the group, make himself invisible.
However, he was already doing a bad job at that.
It was raining, hard, and unlike the more sensible Japanese citizens, he was absent of an umbrella, using only his fabricated hoodie to protect him from the storm. He stood out like a sore thumb, and his nervousness didn't help him any.
Head crouched low and attire drenched, he stood on the curb waiting for a taxi to come by, he needed to get to the airport quickly. Carefully, he'd stolen enough of Asami's money for a ticket out of Tokyo to a rural area in Japan, he just needed to wait out the night until he could get there. But everywhere he looked, he saw suits and ties, expensive shoes and luxury cars.
His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Asami could've been anywhere.
Calm down, calm down, you've been gone for two hours already, he would've already found you...
But Takaba had the feeling that Asami was just toying with him, the man was cruel in that way. Like he wanted him to taste the sweet taste of freedom, only to have it roughly seized from him in mere seconds. Asasmi was like that.
The crowd lessened as the Taxi's rolled in, and the occupants lining the curb alongside Takaba took their pick of transportation. A blur of yellow and black fled before Takaba's eyes as the Taxi-cabs filled with occupants. Many pushed passed him before he had the chance to leave the curb, and for a while, he feared he'd be the only one left without a ride.
His nervousness weighed down on him like lead, the mere thought of fleeing the country_fleeing Asami had fully hit him. He was leaving for good, this taxi would deliver him from his prison, take him forever from Tokyo.
Could he really do that? Could he really do that to Asami?
Of course you can! That bastard was perverted, and laughed at you when you told him you wanted a family.
And Asama had...laughed at him. Really, it was more of a chuckle, and a, "Stop with your foolish dreams..." and a moment of heartbreak. Takaba felt nothing for Asami after that, felt void of emotion for the older man. What was the point of being with someone if all they wanted was pleasure for him, no love or anything of the sort.
He thought Asami had loved him, but the man had many...others in the past, Takaba realized he was no different. He wasn't Scott Pilgrim, he wasn't dying for a man who didn't love him.
And with his new found resolution, Takaba found himself walking into the nearest cab just feet away from him. The crowd around him nearly gone, all at a standstill.
Wait, what? Why isn't anyone else getting into the cabs?
And then it hit him, this wasn't a cab he was getting into. This dark car, absent of a license, was in no way a Taxi. From his memory, the vehicle belonged to the devil himself.
Fei Long.
But he was already halfway in the car, the darkness of the inside pulling him in as a ghostly arm grabbed his own.
In mere seconds, he saw the shocked faces of the crows as he was roughly pulled into the car, and then as quickly as he'd seen them, his vision was obscured as the door came to a slam and his world was darkened by the tint of the expensive windows.
The fear came back. He'd escaped one prison only to end up in another. He didn't want Asami saving him! He hadn't gotten this far just to get caught.
So he fought against his captors, yelling and cursing at invisible men.
"Chénmò!" "Réngrán!" (Thank God for Google Translate).
Having no idea what his foreign counterparts were saying, Takaba fought even harder. He wasn't getting taken, he wasn't going to be caged again.
"Takaba, be still."
And the voice was so familiar,and ironically, so relaxing. Settling back into his seat, his captors loosening their grip on him and letting him fall back into the seat.
"You'll be alright," again, the voice belonging to Yoh, and even though he couldn't see the man, as he assumed he was in the passenger's seat, his presence comforted him nonetheless.
"W-why am I-i here?" he tried to sound confident, tried to sound strong, but his words barely made if out of his mouth. He was terrified, the thought of being taken back to China had never once occurred to him. But he was gone, throw into the air. A free for all. He should've expected it.
And this time, Asami wouldn't be there to save him.
He gulped, already he regretted leaving the man.
"We're not going to hurt you," Yoh spoke again, clearing his throat, "Master Feilong wouldn't appreciate that."
Takaba didn't miss the sense of hopelessness that Yoh carried about himself at the mention of his master's name, but he chose to ignore it.
"I-i don't believe you!" stubbornly, Takaba spat out, "Take me back home!"
"And where," turning around from the passenger's seat, straddling the head with his arm, Yoh turned to Takaba, "Would home be, because, if my sources are correct, you've fled Asami's care...Tired of being his pet I presume."
Yoh turned back around, leaving Takaba frightened and speechless.
"But trust me," his began again, "We're not going to hurt you."
His courageousness ignited at the lie. "Than what do you need me for!"
"Master Fei-long has requested your presence," Yoh spoke again, "It's of utmost imp_"
"I don't want to be near that creep ever again!" Takaba protested, "Do you know what the hell he did to me?! He_"
"Akihito Takaba!" the sudden seriousness of Yoh's voice frightened Takaba, and he was certain it frightened the two sitting beside him as well, for he could feel them slightly jump beside him.
"Our leader is dying, and afterward, Beishi can go to hell!" Yoh fought to control his temper, but his emotions ran fluidly in his voice, "But for the strangest reason, Master Fei wants to see you. Why, I do not know_But I do know that after you left, he wasn't himself, it was harder to get to him...he became depressed, and no one could help him," Takaba heard Yoh's unspoken not even I could, "but if seeing you makes him happy, if seeing you makes him go peacefully, then I'll go around the world and back in order to bring you to China. And I don't care if Asami or anyone stands in my way, understand!?"
A meep from Takaba symbolized his answer, and Yoh left it at that.
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Over the city, with the lights catching the dull glare of the sea, Japan looked beautiful from above. Takaba's face was pressed firmly to the window of the private jet as he watched himself fly higher and higher into the sky and as he watched Japan grow smaller and smaller.
The last time he'd been forcefully taken to China hadn't gone so well, he was in a helicopter and drugged by Fei-Long, but this was different.
This was peaceful.
And with peace, a sense of accomplishment rose in the pit of his stomach. His hardships and heartaches melted into the sea, finally, he was free.
Free of Asami. Free of the heartache, and free of the loveless relationship.
But he wasn't completely fear-free. He hadn't seen Fei-Long in a while (not that he wanted to), so he wans't sure how sure Yoh's claim of his boss being sick actually was. It could've been a trap, and Takaba prayed to God that it wasn't.
Maybe things could turn out better, more peaceful. They'd already treated him like an honored guest on the airplane, perhaps they'd treat him the same in China?
Sighing, Takaba pulled himself from the window and leaned back in his reclining chair. For now, he'd sleep. He hadn't gotten much of that in days. His flight was almost over. A time to rest his head and his exhausted emotions would do well for him, he needed to prepare for any unexpected surprised.
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He hadn't meant to sleep through the car ride as well. Heck, he didn't even feel himself being moved into the car. But as his eyes slowly opened, he soon realized he was no longer in the plane. The scenery outside of the window was eerily similar to that of Fei-long's manor...extravagant and beautiful.
The fear crept back into his being, and he felt himself closing his eyes, recoiling once again in his seat.
"Like I said earlier, Takaba, you're perfectly safe now. Fei won't hurt you_And I know you're awake already, your breathing patterns just changed."
This time, Yoh was beside him, looking out of the window.
"I'm just nervous...I mean, I can trust you...but this is Fei-long we're talking about. He's deceptive_I'm just...I don't know."
"Well, we're here," the car came to a sudden halt, "Let's get going."
Sighing, Takaba helped himself up and out of the car as Yoh opened the door and led him up the long sidewalk towards the Mansion.
"I thought you betrayed Fei-Long," it came out of no where, and Takaba had no chance of covering up his mistake before he spoke, "sorry."
"Master Fei is more forgiving than you think," Yoh said sadly, "and more caring."
Takaba didn't question the man's tone as he followed quickly behind him, keeping his eyes glued to his feet. He could already feel other stares, and though it was dark, he knew they were there.
"What exactly does he want from me?" Takaba asked.
"You'll have to ask him, I don't know," You replied, climbing up the steps, "Just be careful with him."
Be careful...Takaba thought...he sure as hell wasn't careful with me.
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He had been shown to his room while Yoh went to alert Fei-Long.
Takaba enjoyed his view from his window, and enjoyed the freedom that came with it. He hadn't been punched yet, or drugged or raped yet. Thank goodness for that.
He was just waiting for this feeling, the peacefulness to be swept away from him, pulled from under his feet.
Laying on the large bed provided from him, Takaba attempted to resume his spell of sleep...until his door slowly creeped open.
Somehow, something told him this person slowly opening his door was Fei-Long. It usually happened like this, well, at least in movies it did. And Takaba felt as if his life was a movie, everything felt so cliché, so planned and scripted. Only now, was he breaking out of the director's grasp.
"Hello, Takaba-kun," the voice was soft and gentle, as it always was. Takaba wasn't letting that full him.
Presently, his body was turned away from the door and towards the window, but slowly, he turned himself around to see the shaded figure of Fei-Long leaning on the door frame.
"What do you want with me?" he cut to the chase. If Fei-Long wanted to torture him, then so be it, be he didn't want to be promised freedom for it to be taken away later.
Sighing, Fei-Long closed the door behind him and turned on the dim lights. He began making his way to the bed, and Takaba had closed his eyes beforehand just in case the man really was here to attack him.
A light pressure weighed down on his bed, symbolizing that Fei-Long was sitting right beside him. The sweat was building up on his body, his entire body was covered in a thin layer of it as he felt two long fingers trace his face, moving a stray piece of hair from his face.
He knew it, this freedom was short lived...Fei-Long would sale him like he'd threatened to do previously, and then-
"Akihito, look at me," the voice was so sincere, so full of emotion that it pulled Takaba out of his worried state, forced his eyes to look at the body before him.
And certainly...Fei-Long wasn't looking too healthy.
His hair was losing it's dark tint, his face was pale, his eyes slightly sunken, his face thinner...he looked dull, yet he still smiled as he stroked Takaba's face
"Firstly, I just want to apologize for what I put you through," and he was telling the truth, every fiber of Akihito's body could sense it, "I hadn't intended...I didn't...I'm sorry."
So Takaba wasn't surprised when he found himself nodding in agreement and forgiving the Drug Lord moments later.
And another thing, Fei-Long's fingers against his cheek wasn't a sexual feeling, it was soothing, like a mother to a child. It relaxed him, made him want to sleep and lean in against Fei Long's palm.
"Takaba-kun," he spoke again, his voice soothing. Takaba nodded as his eyes fluttered, he was actually starting to like this.
"I'm not sure of Yoh told you, but I'm dying...and when I go, I need you to watch Tao."
Like a rock to a new mirror, a fire to a new house, Takaba felt his world shattering once again. He'd heard Yoh mention it before, but he'd been so stressed out that he ignored it, didn't believe it.
But like Takaba himself, FeiLong was just a man, and not even the finest medicine's could heal some sicknesses, and Takaba was certain this was a case of that.
"But...i'm safe here! Safe from Asami!" he sat up as Fei Long's hand fell from his face, "I can't go back!:"
"And you won't Takaba, i've already planned ahead," he began, "You'll be safe, you'll be okay. Lay down, I like rubbing your face."
Reluctantly, Takaba did so, fear creeping into his heart again.
"He can't find, not after this," Takaba barely said, "I got this far."
"And he won't" the stroking continued, "Just believe me, we'll take care of you, good care of you."
Takaba closed his eyes again, this stress was killing him, he just need to relax against Fei Long's warm palm. Part of him wondered what was making him feel like this, making his head feel fuzzy and foggy, Maybe the nargles...He joked with himself. He needed the humor, and he just needed to rest his head.
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First Viewfinder story, expect two to three more chapters after this! I really really hope you like it, and I hope I get reviews, If I don't, i'll be extremely sad. And Nargles are creatures from Harry Potter that mess with things, they steal things and take them away from you, that's all you need to know to enjoy the story. Oh, and the two Chinese words mean sit and be quiet ( "Chénmò!" "Réngrán!").
So please, give it a chance. Criticism is welcomed, very welcomed, anything to make my story better. I'll be on my computer all weekend, not sure if you've heard, but Texas froze over. Anyway, please review, God bless:D