Hey everyone. Lozzypoo here. I have just watch Finder and was a little disappointed with the ending. I mean THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO COME. But I must admit the part when Akihito gets drunk, that was fucking funny. And I cry when I'm drunk, especially if I see something sad. Anyways just a little fic about Akihito getting sick and Asami's way of looking after him.

Enjoy and remember to review.

Soup is the best medicine

'Why, why, fucking why did I have to choose this assignment. It's fucking freezing. And to top it off I can't see shit through this rain.' Akihito mumbled miserably to himself as he pulled his coat more securely around his shivering body, for once wishing Asami, the perverted fucker was here to warm him up. Scoop of a life time, ha. He had received a tip from a very reliable source that a very important 'business meet 'n' greet' was going down involving some very influential government officials connected to the words 'drugs' and 'bribery.' And of course he had to come running. Into this freezing shit storm. Asami's gonna have a field day with this one. He could just see that smug, self-satisfied smirk on that too good-looking face. Akihito scowled before he sneezed.

'Just fucking great.'

He did not need a cold right now. Whatever. Akihito could deal. He wasn't a pussy. Or Kitten like Asami liked to call him. He palmed his trusty camera and brought the lens up pointing it down towards the short strip of roadway where his story would surely travel down, making sure he couldn't be seen from his hidey hole and sure enough after waiting another five, maybe ten freezing minutes later, a car's headlights appeared through the heavy rain. Akihito peered down at his watch. 'Right on time.'

The limo came to a stop and the headlights were turned off. Another set of headlights came from the other end of the small strip of road and rolled slowly towards the limo, this one a sleek white Porsche. 'Damn, men of the underworld sure knew how to spend it.' Two men emerged from both cars, their bodyguards at the forefront holding up the umbrella so those nice rich suits wouldn't get ruined, and approached each other. No handshakes were given. No 'how are you's' or 'How's your mother.' Just straight up business. The government official Akihito was to photograph, a tall, thin man who resembled a stick insect with glasses, traded a black brief case for a yellow envelope. Akihito had to wipe his lens before he took a few snap shots of the exchange. 'Smile for the camera, asshole.'

The business men did there thing and went their separate ways. When he knew both cars were gone, Akihito emerged from his hideout into the rain and quickly hightailed it out of there, least he should be seen. His white puffs of breath faded into the air and the icy rain poured down on him in relentless torrents. What was the use of a hood when it provided no cover? He ran past the many people, holding useless umbrellas, trying to shelter themselves from the rain and almost sobbed in relief when he saw the high rise apartment up ahead. Warm bed. Dry clothes. If there was one upside to living with Asami, aside from the mind-blowing sex, it was the awesome shower with about a gazillion shower heads.

The doorman scowled at him, Akihito couldn't remember his name, for his appearance when he approached, Akihito scowling right back as he was in no mood to argue, he reluctantly opened the door for him. Akihito dragged his wet, miserable body inside, leaving trails of water in is wake and shivered as the warmth of the lobby tried to warm with up. He sneezed again. Yep, there was no doubt in his mind he was getting a cold. Resigned to his fate, he haled himself over to the elevators, too tired to even raise his arm to press the button though he managed to and the doors opened. He rode up to the top, of course Asami had to have the top penthouse, and the doors opened to the small lobby. 'God why does the door have to be so far away.'

Finally opening the door, Akihito fell to the floor, exhausted, the feel of the soft carpet feeling rather nice. He was defiantly leaving a nice wet patch on the pristine white carpet. He opened his eyes after a moment and glanced around the darkened lounge room; suddenly remembering Asami was gone on a 'business trip' and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night. 'Well, so much for snuggling up to a nice warm body to take the chill away.' Akihito muttered into the darkness his throat starting to feel a little scratchy.

Pulling himself up, he made it into the bedroom, Akihito stripped of his wet clothes, throwing them into the hamper and walked on shaky legs to the marble white bathroom, thankful that the maid had the foresight to turn on the thermostat before she left. He turned on every shower head to high and after a moment steam filled the room. He remained under until his skin turned to wrinkles and turned the water off. He halfheartedly dried himself and exited the steam filled bathroom. Using the light from the bathroom, he fumbled around and managed to find a pair of boxes and one of Asami's shirts, probably thrown to the floor during one of their sex-fests. Man, Asami always smelt so good. He barely managed to put them on and literally fell onto the bed, just managing to wrap himself up in blankets before it was lights out.

….

Asami climbed elegantly out of his limo, Souh waiting silently on the curb for him holding his umbrella up for him. He was thankful this little business adventure was over and done with, freeing him up to spend some very…pleasurable days and nights with Akihito. It was still quite early so Akihito was probably just hanging around the penthouse, 'veging out' as his kitten likes to call it. Striped down to his boxes with knee high striped socks was Asami's idea of a welcome home after a long day at the office. He did mention he had a story lined up before he left, but Asami couldn't remember the poor bastard's name or what he did to warrant the attention of a budding freelance photographer. As long as Akihito kept out of trouble and it didn't involve him and his business, he could let it slide.

'Welcome back, Sir.' The doorman, Nigel, his name was, said and nodded, opening the door for him.

'Thank you.'

'I hope Mr. Takaba gets better.'

Asami stopped and turned his head, his eyes narrowed. 'I beg your pardon.'

'He rang front desk early this morning Sir, requesting cold medicine.' He bowed lightly.

Asami's face remained blank when inside he felt disappointed. A cold, just great. His night of sensual pleasures had just gone up in smoke. He headed for the elevators and rode up to his floor, getting more irritated the higher he went. The damn elevator music wasn't helping either. The doors opened with a ding and he walked to his double doors, opening them hoping to at least find Akihito lounging around in a pair of boxes but what he got was Akihito wrapped up like a mummy, on the couch, watching none other than, Toy story. Asami raised an eyebrow then shook his head. What was he expecting, porn? The cocoon looking thing shifted and Akihito poked his head up out of his blankets, his light brown hair tousled, his eyes droopy and his face was flushed. Add to that he had bits of tissue stuck up his nose. Despite the tissue up his nose, he looked absolutely fuckable.

'Sami.' Akihito said sleepily and giggled. 'You're home.'

Akihito looked drunk. What the hell was in those cold tablets? Asami placed his brief case next to the side table by the door and loosened his tie. 'I am. I have been told you got a cold.'

'Yep. Caught it trying to get a snafu of the government official last night so I can't be your fuck bunny tonight… hey I love this bit.'

'I wouldn't dream of suggesting it.' Asami said dryly, although they didn't have to have sex, per se. He crossed to the wet bar and poured himself a drink when he heard rustling of bedding behind him and turned around. Akihito had risen from the couch, his blanket still around him and he was wearing boxers and one of Asami's white shirts that was two sizes too big for him.

'Sami could you get me some soup?'

'I'm sorry?' Did he just hear Akihito ask him to get him… soup?

'Please.' Akihito whined. 'Chicken and vegetable. And get me some more cold medicine. And I used all the tissues so get some as well. Oh and throat lozenges.'

'Why don't you ask the front desk?'

'Cause silly Sami. The chemist will only give you my medicine if you pick it up in person.'

'Souh will be able to get what you need.'

Akihito just stood there, stared at him for a moment, eyes droopy before he dropped the blanket and started to walk over to the door. He stumbled a bit but managed to make it up the three steps.

Asami raised an eyebrow. 'Where are you going?'

Akihito just waved him away and began searching for something on the floor. 'To get my soup and medicine. It was silly to ask you to go and get it. You probably don't even know where the drug store is. It's only slightly raining. I should be fine if I put my shoes on. Where are my shoes?'

Asami knew what the little bastard was doing and it was working. 'Ok, ok, I'll go and get your bloody soup and medicine. Just stay here. What was the name of the medicine you need.'

Akihito told him, rather groggery, what he needed and when he exited his apartment, he left Akihito wrapped up again like a mummy watching 'The Incredibles,' he told his Bodyguard to not let Akihito leave the apartment under any circumstances. Souh wanted to ask where he was going but Asami raised his hand to cut the blonde off. He rode the elevator down, asking himself where the hell he was going to get soup from. He strode through the lobby and Nigel opened the door for him. and one glance outside and he was tempted to just go back and get Souh to get the stupid soup, Akihito would never know but knowing his little kitten, he was probably plastered to the window, making sure he actually left the apartment complex. And he forgot his umbrella.

'Here, Sir.' Asami turned and Nigel was holding out a rather old umbrella. Better than nothing. Asami took it and opened it up.

'You wouldn't know where to get soup from would you?' He asked the doorman.

Nigel didn't even blink at the strange question. 'Why yes, Sir. Two blocks that way.' He pointed right. 'It has a big white sign on the roof that says 'Kimi's Soup 'n' Snacks.' You can't miss it.'

'Thanks.'

He walked in the direction his doorman had pointed in, thankful that the rain had lightened up slightly and spotted a twenty-four hour drug store. He was about to cross the road when a car passed him, splashing water up his leg. 'Are you fucking kidding me.' A thousand dollar pair of pants, ruined.

Wet, sexually frustrated and pissed off, Asami entered the tiny store and had to squeeze himself down the narrow shelves, picking up things as he went, not even bothering to see if what he got was correct and clenched his jaw when he saw how long the line was. This was not his night. When he finely got to the front counter, the young woman behind the class just gapped at him and a bright blush spread across her cheeks. Her name take read, 'Makio.'

'Wh…What can I do for you, Sir.'

He didn't smile. 'I need to pick up this cold medication, Makio.' He handed her the slip of paper he had written Akihito's medicine on. She fumbled for it but managed to take it. She read it and turned to skim the shelves until she found what he was looking for. She came back with a two small boxes of tablets and a bottle of red liquid.

'Ok. Mr. Takaba must take two blue tablets tonight and two white tablets in the morning. He must not take them all at once otherwise it could cause severe drowsiness and maybe even hallucinations. The liquid Panadol is for his headaches. He only needs ten mils, oh and he must not do anything strenuous for at least a couple of days.'

Strenuous, huh. What he had in mind wasn't too strenuous. 'Thanks.' He took the pills and Panadol and pocketed them in his coat.

'Here there is this as well.' The chemist gave him a piece of paper with her number on it. She smiled and blushed before skipping away. He shook his head and exited the drug store. Wanting this tiring adventure over, he hurried over to the soup kitchen and sure enough he saw the bright white 'Kimi's Soup 'n' Snacks' sign. And surprise, surprise there was a line. This was getting ridiculous. He had to freeze his balls off for soup but he joined the cue anyway. People coughed and chattered and coughed some more. God, it had better be some damn good fucking soup. The line moved at a snail's pass until finally, finally it was his turn.

'What can a get you?'

'Chicken and vegetable.' Asami said to the little man, probably Kimi who owned the shop, behind the counter. He looked like a no-nonsense kind of man.

'Small or large?'

Fuck if he knew. 'Large.'

'Bread?'

'Sure.'

'Five hundred yen.'

Five hundred yen, since when did he carry such small change. Asami picked through his pockets until he found the right amount of change. The little man filled a large foam container with steamy, hot soup and Asami had to admit it did look good. It was placed in a brown paper bag along with two white bread buns and handed it to him. Making his way back to his apartment, Souh was backing out of his apartment just as he stepped out of the elevator.

'What's wrong, Souh.'

'Sir. I just managed to get Takaba back inside after he tried to leave. He said he forgot to tell you to get him some jelly beans.'

Shit. 'I'll just say they were all out.'

'Very good, Sir.' Souh said, rather relieved.

Asami stepped into his apartment and Akihito was on the couch, sniffling loudly and glanced up when he heard him enter. 'Did you get me my soup? What about my jelly beans? And my tissues and throat lozengers.'

'Yes. They were out of jelly beans. Here. And don't say I don't do anything for you.' He pulled the foam cup out of the bag and handed it to Akihito along with a spoon. 'Bread?'

'He gave you bread. I never get bread. What did you do, threaten him?' Akihito took his meal and sat up, he shirt hanging to one said, showing a shapely shoulder. 'Can I have my medicine now?'

'Sure.' Asami took the boxes of pills and bottle of red Panadol from his coat pocket and looked at one then the other. What was it the woman said about taking both at the same time? He shrugged and popped out two blue and two white pills. He did not have a medicine cup so he got a shot glass and guessed ten mils. He also got a glass of water and placed them in front of Akihito who was chowing down on the soup. It smelt divine.

'Thanks.' Akihito finished his soup then took the pills and popped them into his mouth, flushing them down with water before taking the Panadol, not even commenting on the shot class. He sighed and flopped back against the couch.

'That hit the spot. Kimi might be a grumpy old bat but he sure knows his shit.'

'I'm glad you enjoyed it because you owe me. I ruined a thousand dollar pair of pants to get that and I had to walk around in the rain.' Asami said, his voice deepening and through Akihito's cold, hazed mind, he seemed to understand Asami's words. He cocked his head and his cheeks flushed with heat. His cock making a tent in his boxers.

'You'll catch my cold if you decide to man handle me.' The little kitten said sultry. His eyes glazing over.

'I have never gotten a cold before nor will I now. I'm immune.' Asami undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

'You know I could almost believe that. Ok, big guy, show me what ya got.'

….

Three days later…

'Immune to the common cold, ha. Oh by the way it helps if you stick tissue up your nose.'

'Akihito, shut up.' Asami mumbled and blew his raw, clogged nose. Yes Ryuichi Asami had a cold, no thanks to the smirking, cat-at-the-canary youth sitting wrapped up on the couch opposite him. 'And stop looking so damn pleased with yourself.'

'Can't help it. You look so adorable all rugged up and sleepy like. I just want to mother you.' Akihito cooed. 'I told you would catch it if you decided to manhandle me so you made your bed, you might as well lay in it to.'

Asami growled, frustrated that he was too tired to throw his gloating kitten over his shoulder and fuck him senseless. He was almost there to three nights ago but just as Akihito climaxed after the blow job Asami had given him, he passed out and Asami remembered what it was the woman had said about mixing the blue and white pills together. He threw a pillow at his smirking lover. 'I said shut up. Go and get me some soup.'

'Hey I have a cold too, go get your own soup.' Akihito threw the pillow right back.

Asami thought for a minute, looking at his lover before Akihito seemed to have the same idea. They both turned their heads to the front doors and yelled,

'Souh! Get us some soup.'

The end.

Well there you go. Just a little fic about the joys of getting sick and having someone look after you, no matter how terrible they are at it. And yes I had to throw Toy Story in there because I just love the movie. 'You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity. Farwell.' One of my favorite quotes. So remember all reviews are welcome and very much read.