Notes: For sunflower1343, xNawel, nekocat_lover, Lycianea, NikkiS71.
I can never really decide if I like Feilong or not. On one hand, I'm like well… he does fell guilty over his actions towards Akihito. On the other, I'm like… HE FUCKING HURT AKIHITO! I'M GOING TO GUT HIS ASS! NO ONE HURTS MY AKIHITO!
Speaking of which…
ASAMI GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!
How had it come to this? Akihito wondered. He eyed the two men standing before him. Both were dressed in expensive three piece suits, shiny leather shoes and watches. One man wore his hair pulled back into a long braid that fell to his ass. The other wore his short hair slicked back with a few roguish strands falling forward above his golden eyes. Neither man spoke or smiled. They simply stood there. Each with a single hand outstretched in offering to him. Waiting for him to take their hands and return to them.
Seven years ago, Akihito never would have imagined that his life would turn out this way. There had been so much bad, so much pain that Akihito had ended up living in his own personal hell on more than one occasion. Some of it had come from the two men standing before him. Most of it had come from others, however. As he continued to watch the men, Akihito remembered the good and happy times in his life. All most all of it at the hands if these two men. The good they had given him far out weighed the bad. Akihito trembled with the desire, the need to take their hands. Yet he hesitated.
His could they want someone like me? Akihito thought. Me of all people? I am not beautiful or smart. Nor am I strong and brave. I have never been their equals and I never will be.
The two men knelt beside Akihito. Their hands taking his into their grasp. "Akihito." Their voices were soft and gentle. "We love you Akihito."
Akihito felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.