Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.

Warnings: Angst, violence, possible character death, smex.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: One night ruined Akihito. One night took everything from him. Now he has to find out who is responsible for it.

Notes: Hello readers. To let you know, this is a real depressing story. I got in one of my moods and this came out of it. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think.

Part One:

Everyone was silent. The wind howled as the rain poured down on the people. Thunder echoed around the area and flashes of lightening lit up the area. It was a raging storm. No one came to him as he stood there with a cane. Two men stood behind him, watching everything. Hazel eyes would look up from time to time to see envy from people around him. He went back to staring at nothing. He felt a large hand land on his shoulder and refused to meet those eyes. When he glanced back, he noticed people walking away except one man. Purple eyes stared straight into his as the man approached him. Two men stood in his way and he pushed them aside. He stood up straight, refusing to bow down. The other man wore a black suit and had his hair tied up. He stared into those purple eyes, trying to see something, anything, but the man was good at hiding his emotions away just like someone else he knew.

Fei Long spoke first, "I never thought someone would be able to take him down."

Akihito stared, but said nothing. There was nothing he wanted to say. He turned around and went back to staring at the grave. Suoh and Kirishima stayed by his side, most likely watching their boss' enemy closely. No one else mattered at the moment. No one meant anything to him.

"Akihito." Fei Long sighed into the wind.

"Why are you here?" Akihito asked in a growl. He didn't want the man who kidnapped him here. He wanted to be alone now. He didn't want to be on guard. He wanted to let lose but he would never show that to anyone. His pride wouldn't let him.

"Believe me or not, I do care for you." Fei Long answered.

Akihito chuckled at that answer. He turned around, feeling his hair stick to face by the rain. He stared into purple eyes and whispered, "You will never gain my heart. My heart is dead. It lies in that grave." He started to walk down the path with Suoh and Kirishima following him. He gave a bitter smile off. He didn't understand anything and didn't want to understand it. His life was in shambles.

Fei Long stood there and stared at the grave. There was a shadow behind him. He ordered, "Let us find out who did this."

"Your heart still belongs to him?" A man asked.

"Not at all, Yoh. Not at all. I want to revenge the pain in the boy's heart. He wasn't meant to see how cruel our world can be." Fei Long explained.

Yoh looked at the grave of a man who he was in debt with. Fei Long turned to face him and he spoke, "It will be done. I'll ask around. I'm sure his men would be looking as well."

In the limo, Akihito leaned against the seat, closing his eyes. Kirishima and Suoh were in the front, being silent. He didn't say a word and he didn't want to hear anything. He sighed alone. It was cold in the limo. Of course, that could because he was soaking wet. He was going nuts with everything. He couldn't believe Fei Long showed up. It was funny to him and he chuckled. He ordered, "To a bar."

"It is best you stay out of sight." Kirishima spoke.

"To a damn bar!" Akihito yelled. He wanted to get smashed. It was a perfect night to do that. He heard two sighs and he smiled at their reaction. He could be pushy when he wanted to be. He opened his eyes, staring out the window. Lightening was flashing more while the thunder sounded right into the limo. It was horrible outside. He hated himself but he continued to smile. The limo stopped and he climbed out with Suoh walking toward him. He knew they would be near him. It was impossible to lose them beside he couldn't run from them anymore. He walked with a small limp into the club that he wished that he wasn't taken to. Everyone turned their heads and looked at them. There were some women glaring at him. Everyone inside knew who he was now. He went to the VIP room and ordered the best vodka there was. Suoh stayed outside. He flopped onto the couch in the room, staring out the window. Everyone was still coming into this place. It was a shock. He heard the back door open and turned his head. He smiled but kept his mouth shut. The man walked over, sat the vodka down and sat next to him. He still didn't make a sound. He didn't want anyone coming in. He picked up a glass and poured him a drink. He drank some of it while leaning back. A hand slid up his leg but he didn't push it away. He wanted to drown everything out.

The man spoke, "Drink and enjoy."

"Lies are so easy to say. So easy to believe." Akihito replied without turning his head toward the man. He felt different and numb. It was hard to see straight but he didn't want his senses tonight. He glanced out the window and saw fools in a game. They were pawns to gain everything. He felt lips mash against his and his world spin. He wanted the pain to go away. He set down his glass, climbing onto the man's lap forgetting about his cane that lay against the couch. He stared into those eyes, wishing his world would stop falling down. Hands slid up his shirt, teasing his flesh, making him want more of the burning fire in his veins. His suit jacket was taking off and his shirt buttons unbutton. His nipples were toyed with and he bit his lip to stop the moans. He wasn't letting anyone know what was going on. He was laid down on the couch with the man leaning over him. Hands molded against him but he continued to bite his lip.

"I wish I could hear your voice." The man whispered into the boy's ear.

The photographer pulled the man's head toward him and sealed those lips. He didn't want to hear talking. All he wanted was forget what needs to be done. He wanted to forget everything for a while. Lips moved down his neck, licking at his skin. His hands tangled into the man's hair, keeping his moans softly. His pants were dragged down his legs and he tried to kick them but groan in pain. The man pulled off his pants, rubbing his knee. He wanted to forget it all. He wanted to see the world once again but it was all gone. It went away that night. Lips molded against his. He didn't know what was going on but he didn't care. This was what he needed. One moment to forget. However, it would come back to him afterwards. He didn't realize the man undressed until he felt skin against his fingers. He arched his back as the man moved his lips down his body. A burning passion was there. He closed his eyes, letting himself feel the heat between their bodies. Anything to forget the pain in his heart. His legs were lifted and he groaned softly. The man stopped and looked at him. He wanted to feel again.

The mean leaned down, sealing those panting lips into a kiss. He knew there was a guard outside the door but could care less. He felt the heat between their bodies. He pushed his cock inside the opening, swallowing the scream from the boy's lips.

Hands ran across his heated body, making his mind spin in circles. His memories were disappearing. His haunted mind was taking a break. He didn't want to be face with reality. He dug his nails into the strong back. The photographer sighed, "Move." The man began to move in and out, hitting his sweet spot dead on, making him bite his lip harder. He didn't want anyone to know. He would keep this a secret. He wrapped his legs around the waist, trying to pull the man closer to his body. His lips were sealed again, making the pain ease up. He ran his fingers through the man's hair as the pace started to go faster. He was squirming on the couch, trying to keep his voice down. He moaned softly as his cock was stroked. He closed his eyes, trying to hide the tears away. He came, muffling his screamed into the man's neck. He felt semen run down his thighs. The man pulled away, staring at him. Reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He turned his head, listening to the man dress. The back door opened and shut. He sat up, sighing to the empty room. He grabbed his cane and limped toward the bathroom. Wiping himself down, he put on his clothes. He flopped back to the couch, hearing music from below. He stood up and walked slowly toward the window. No one was paying attention. They were fools. He grabbed his drink and drowned it. Nothing was erased. It was still there. He looked down at his leg, sneering at it. He shook his head as he slammed the glass against the wall. Suoh walked inside, staring at him. He used his cane and limped toward the door. He sighed, "Home."

"Do you need a pain killer?" Suoh asked, ready to get one for the boy who was struggling to stand up.

"I can't take it. I was drinking." Akihito replied as he ignored the stare. He walked out and down the stairs. The people looked over at him again, seeing greed in their eyes. He never did understand why Asami would socialize with them. All they wanted was his money and power. They never knew the real him. The cruel and sweet side of him. He smiled at that thought. The yakuza was a cold man and it was nearly impossible to break though that frozen heart. He did it though. He gained the man's heart. He turned his head and walked out of the club. Kirishima saw him and bowed his head as he left. Suoh was his personal guard now. He slid into the limo, ignoring the stare from the blonde man. Tonight was the start of the games. Tonight was the first night he gains his revenge and everyone else was a pawn to play the game. He closed his eyes as he remembered that night.

The hammer slammed against his knee, making him scream in pain. Tears fell down his eyes. He knew it was going to be horrible. He knew his dream was over. The man who kidnapped him laughed.

The photographer shook his head out of the haunting memory. Asami came for him that night, found him broken. The yakuza swore revenge but the man was still out there, roaming the streets. He gripped the seat by that thought. He hissed, "He will pay. He will pay for all he took from me."

Suoh stared straight ahead, taking the boy back to the penthouse. He glared, hearing those words from a lively boy. That night took everything from the photographer. Revenge burned in his soul too. He was with his boss when they found the boy. Akihito looked at them with a broken look. None of them could find information about the man who did it to the photographer.

At a hotel, Fei Long tossed files onto the table. He glared at the doctor's reports he got his hands on. No wonder the boy was more broken. The other loved to be free and do his work. Yoh walked in and he sneered, "Better tell me we have the one who took down Asami."

"No rumors are coming yet." Yoh started to say. Seeing the glare, he continued, "But I'm sure the fool will come out to take credit soon enough."

"There is more." Fei Long made a statement.

"Rumors are having that the kid is firing a gun at a shooting range." Yoh answered. His boss stood up and walked to the window. He spoke, "I saw the reports. No doubt he knows whoever took out Asami was the man who shattered his knee."

Fei Long stared at the city below. He was ready to go to Asami's men. He felt a deep rage to know the boy was suffering. The other shouldn't have seen their world. He blamed Asami. The yakuza should have known better. His hands curled up into fists. He walked away from the window and spoke, "We are going to him."

"Do you believe it is a good idea?" Yoh asked. Purple eyes glared at him and he sighed. He walked out with his boss. He knew where the boy was living. He thought they would move him but the photographer stayed at the same place.

At the penthouse, Akihito sat on the couch, staring at the wall. Suoh was outside, standing guard. His knee was killing him but he couldn't take anything for it. Guess he shouldn't had sex in the VIP room. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "I regret nothing, Ryuuichi." No he regretted nothing with the man. His heart belonged to the other. Tears fell down his face but he didn't wipe them away. He was alone and it didn't matter. He was a broken man, trying to gain some peace. He heard the door and opened his eyes to see Suoh standing there. He asked, "What?"

"Are you comfortable? Should I order some food?" Suoh asked.

"Stop being nice to me. It is creeping me out." Akihito replied. He stared around the room, seeing everything in place like it always was. There was another knock at the door and he watched Suoh pull out his gun. Was it already here? He felt his heart race. Suoh answered the door, keeping his gun pointed at the person. He heard a small growl and stood up. He walked to the hallway, supporting his weight against the wall. Purple eyes looked up from the gun to him. He spoke, "Let the idiot in."

Fei Long sighed, "That isn't very nice."

"I'm a target even if Asami is dead. Suoh would have shot you in a heart beat. Even with Asami's death, I'm still protected." Akihito snapped out. Fei Long walked in with Yoh at his heels. Suoh looked at him and he waved his hand. Suoh nodded his head and went outside. He limped his way toward the couch. Gently sitting down, he asked, "Why are you here?" The same question from the grave sight. Fei Long sat across from him on the chair. For a moment, he thought he saw emotion in those eyes, but it went away to quick to be sure. His mind was working over time and he had to be on guard now. Couldn't he just forget the pain he was suffering?

"I want to help. I want to find out who killed Asami." Fei Long cut to the chase.

Akihito laughed at that response. It was hilarious to him. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he whispered, "You wish to revenge your fallen enemy. Now that is hilarious."

"It is you who I wish to revenge. You are correct, I could care less about Asami." Fei Long replied, hiding his rage. The sight before him wasn't the boy who he had before.

Akihito laughed again. It was amusing him greatly. He never thought to see the triad leader before him, willing to give help. He leaned his head back as the door opened to reveal Suoh. Suoh gave him a look and he spoke, "Hey goon, guess what?"

"What?" Suoh asked, trying to hide away his annoyance.

"Fei Long said he will help." Akihito answered with a chuckle. He wanted to gain peace. He wanted this all to be a nightmare. Suoh looked over at Fei Long with a glare but said nothing. It was best to have a helping hand than another enemy. He knew this.

"We can use my hatred to lure the man out of hiding." Fei Long suggested.

"Why should we take your help?" Suoh growled. He didn't like it. He didn't even want to let Fei Long near Akihito. The triad leader could be trying to get with the boy. He glanced over at the photographer who was laughing. It was a haunting sound, nothing like before.

Akihito closed his eyes, calming down his laughter. He knew he was freaking everyone out. He opened his eyes to see Fei Long staring at him. His lips turned up into a smile. His mind was in shambles like his life. He glanced back at Suoh and asked, "What do you say?"

"It is not a good idea." Suoh replied, keeping his eyes train on Fei Long.

"It will get those fools out of hiding." Fei Long mentioned, trying to suppress his anger.

Akihito turned his head toward Fei Long and said coldly, "I only trust Asami's men. I only follow their lead. You aren't needed and I sure the hell don't want your help."

"I could have protected you better." Fei Long hissed.

"I have no regrets being by Asami's side. Even now, I feel no regret." Akihito snapped back. He glanced toward Yoh who was silent. Tilting his head, he asked, "Are you going to say anything? Did you repay your debt toward Asami?"

"I debt was paid back when I help him get you back." Yoh answered, keeping his eyes on the boy. This wasn't the photographer he knew. Those eyes looked so haunting.

Akihito leaned his head back, retorting, "You both can leave. I will not turn against Asami's men. I will take their advice."

"It isn't like you to do such things." Fei Long pointed out as he stood up.

"When a hammer is taken to your knee, shattered it and the only person you fell in love with dies, you start to listen to those who know what they are doing." Akihito sneered. He glared at the triad leader. Purple eyes stared at him and it was like the other was trying to read his mind. He turned his head and ordered, "Now get out of my home and don't come back."

Suoh watched as the two men walked out of the penthouse. He turned toward Akihito and spoke, "You need to eat. You haven't had anything for the entire day." He went into the kitchen to grab some food for the photographer.

Akihito stared at the wall, sighing. Couldn't everyone leave him alone for a while? He didn't want to think about anything. His hands curled into fists as he thought about the man who ruined his life. It was so painful those months to walk again. The knee still bothered him just like now. It was reminder of what happened to him and what he lost. A plate was set before him and Suoh glared at him. He sat up and started to eat. A pill was laid beside the plate. He didn't say anything and Suoh left to stand guard outside. He was alone like he wanted to be. He sighed sadly. Everything was too much for him lately.

Across the city at a warehouse, a tall man with dark brown hair and cold green eyes smiled. He chuckled, "It is a good day and night. Asami Ryuuichi was a fool to care for that weakling."

One guard stepped forward and spoke, "His men are still looking for us."

"I have a great idea and it will be perfect."

"What is that, sir?"

"Fei Long. He has hated Asami for so long and the boy caught his eye too. I'm sure Fei Long will help us if we hand him the boy." The man chuckled. Everything was falling to place. He would soon have power. He never thought Asami would fall.

Outside the warehouse, a man with long reddish hair and dark honey eyes smirked. He walked away from the place, sneering, "You are the one who is a fool, Ukito." His hands curled into fists as he thought of ways to achieve his goal, end the person who took the life of Asami.