Title: The Frayed Ends of Sanity

Author: uchihasasukekun07

Rating: M (NC-17)

Warnings: Graphic. Yaoi. NCS. S&M. GBH.

Notes: Jumps between the months of March and July. Doesn't take place in any particular order of the timeline. OC.

Beta: Ying9

Proof Reader: Shadow Shadowsong

Disclaimer: I do not own nor am associated in any way with The Finder Series, its creator Amano Yamane, or its characters, this is purely fan fiction.

Summary: Akihito ups and leaves Asami with no trace other than a hefty bill. Surprised that someone could and had the nerve to do such a thing to him, Lord Asami, he sets out to find Akihito and make him pay. However, things are never as simple as they seem, which becomes apparent in a rare moment of long lost passion and Akihito moans out the name of another man…

Notes:

¥600,000: $6,500 / €4,655 approx.

*Aarata Kansa Houjin isPricewaterhouseCoopers Aarata - affiliate of PricewaterhouseCoopers, which is one of the large international accountancy and professional service firms, which handle the vast majority of audits for publicly traded companies as well as many private companies. (Ref: Wikipedia cit: The Big Four)

*Burakumin is an ethnic minority that is looked down upon by both the triads and the yakuza.

*Mizu Shōbai "water trade' refers to the nightlife of which Asami and Fei are involved: night life, clubs hotels etc trade of unwanted girls. Import of western porn for sale.

*Yamaguchi-gumi, largest Yakuza clan over over 750 clans (39,000 members)

Chapter 1:

July (Tokyo)

He could feel the tingle up his spine as the young man's tongue repeatedly traced up along it, starting deep down with each trail. The tingling sensations all seemed to head toward his already engorged erection but the boy's assault continued deeper and lower till his tongue found his quivering hole. On the rare occasion that he would let the boy take the lead, penetration was never an option. Asami moaned outwardly needing relief, turning on the bed he rolled onto his back opening his legs to allow the youths mouth access to his seeping member. Without a missed beat, his manhood was engulfed in the wet soft warmth of that oh-so-familiar mouth. Faster and faster the boy bobbed and sucked. In the background Asami tried to ignore the incessant ringing of his phone but it became louder and louder. Irritated, he cracked an eye open, groping for the phone.

In that couple of seconds, two things became apparent:

One, it wasn't Akihito that was sucking off his erection because he was alone.

And two, for the first time since he was a teenager he was having the most vivid wet dream, a worrying sign.

"What?" Asami snapped, eying the time, which read five in the afternoon.

"Your wake-up call sir. The meeting had been set for six p.m, Sir."

"Have the car ready in twenty." Asami exhaled the last of the dream slipping away and the heat of the summer creeping in.

"Yes sir."

Sighing to himself he rose from his damp sheets, turning the air conditioning down another few degrees. Flicking the light on to his bathroom he came face to face with a flushed disheveled image of himself. Running the tap he grabbed his throbbing erection quickly pumping himself to completion allowing his semen to ooze over his knuckles. He stared as his nectar slowly travelled down to his wrist. Snapping out of his daydream he washed his hands before stepping into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, groomed to his usual standard of slick hair, near priceless suits, grim expression, Ryuichi Asami, the businessman, entrepreneur, hotel and club owner stepped out into a glorious July evening ready to start his day's work.

It had been four months since Takaba Akihito had upped and left. March fourteenth, White day to be exact. He, Asami, decided to amuse himself by degrading Akihito by presenting him with a gift. As he had thought the boy, as headstrong as he was, could not see the humor in it. Looking back on it now Asami had no idea it would be the last he would see of him. Akihito had reacted in every way he normally would have. It wasn't until a few days later when Asami was checking his accounts did he notices a significant amount of money leaving his account to an unknown source. Being a stickler for preciseness Asami looked into it in greater detail. It had shown that he had footed a bill from Akihito's apartment for just over six hundred thousand yen. True, it was mere pocket money on the grand scheme of things but it was the principle of it all. He had not been asked for the money, if he had, Asami would have given it, with interest of course. But it was the fact that Akihito had went behind his back. It was made worse when Asami found out what he was been charged for:

Rent for three months was three hundred and five thousand yen.

A washer and dryer at ninety two thousand yen each.

A rice cooker at sixteen thousand yen.

A kettle and a toaster at four and a half thousand yen.

Cleaner, paint and miscellaneous items at seventy-four thousand yen.

Asami had to laugh, he had never seen Akihito use a rice cooker, he used to boil his water in a pot, he used his bath as a washing machine. True he could justify the cleaner; the place was a health hazard. However that was only the first of many shocks. The second been when he arrived to Akihito's apartment it was vacant, as in completely emptied out. Third was Akihito had changed the name on the lease to Asami and Asami's account number. This annoyed Asami to no end. He didn't give the boy enough credit. He had on previous times offered and did pay for Akihito's rent, which was always paid back the same day. Obviously Akihito had noted the account number, branch and sorting code. It was the sheer cheekiness that pissed Asami off. The fourth thing that shocked him was that Akihito had upped and left without a word and more frustratingly without a trace. He had left all previous form of various employments and disappeared into thin air.

Now Asami is a resourceful man and when somebody, no matter who they are, practically runs off with over six hundred thousand yen, there is no doubt in his mind, he is going to hunt them down and make them pay. Asami had been hunting for four months and nothing. Not a photo, not a story to been seen anywhere published by Akihito. Not a phone call, e-mail, appearance at any of his clubs or hotels, nothing. On the other hand Asami had to admire Akihito, it was a feat few and far between could achieve. But it was the principle of it. Akihito had robbed him of money, had robbed him of his possession and he would pay and pay dearly. Patience was a virtue and patience would pay off. Akihito would make a mistake, would slip up eventually.

Ryuichi Asami sighed tiredly as his shifted through the last few pages of his document. His meeting with Jaejoong Eun, a Korean businessman along the same lines of he himself, was a tough one. With the headache that is Fei Long Lui on the Chinese end of things, Asami was looking into expanding his business into was seemed to be profitable Korean territory.

Letting the document fall onto the desk Asami stretched back in his chair, feeling a faint crack in his bones. One thing troubled him, he who is very hard to distract, was troubled by Eun's helper boy. So open was their relationship to trained eyes Asami could not help but think of his own little challenge who had until recently, kept following him deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. Takaba Akihito was becoming more than just a fling. Asami could feel his need and his want over the boy growing beyond what he had first imagined every since he saw his sly fox jump over the roof in a bid to escape him.

He had to wonder to himself that if Akihito fell in line like Eun's lover, would the spark still be there? Would he still get a thrill without the chase? Smiling slightly to himself he did have to remind himself how headstrong Akihito was and how absurd the thought of Akihito following him around like a lap dog was. But more interestingly how Akihito disappearing had ignited the flame of desire.

The clock read after four in the morning. The rounds of his clubs were finished; everything was in order, accounts, clients, and staff. It was a good days work. His phone started to rumble in his pocket, fishing it out he only glanced at the name, Fei.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were ignoring me." The Chinese businessman quietly spoke in a thoughtful way.

"You're not even significant enough for me to recognize let alone ignore." Asami replied coldly, annoyed by his early morning caller.

"Oh Asami, how cold!" Fei replied mockingly hurt. "Then tell me this, what do you know about foxes?"

Asami frowned at what Fei was implying.

"I don't know, enlighten me."

"Well I believe that foxes are inherently nervous of humans, that their life span is short but even shorter when in contact with humans, accidents do happen..." the smugness apparent in Fei's voice.

"The point?" Asami was growing irritated and a tad agitated.

"My point been I don't know really what type of fox you have. Is it a wild, nervous fox? A domesticate silver fox like the common dog. Or is he a hybrid? I wanted to know. All I know is that he is a sly fox, but albeit not a very bright one. All the same I do feel a bit guilty...."

"If you have touched him…" Asami threatened hearing Fei laugh in the background.

"If I did I wouldn't be ringing you."

"Then answer me this, why are you ringing me?"

"Maybe you should ask him, if you find him that is?" There was a click on the end of the line… Fei had hung up.

Asami slowly took his phone away from his ear looking at it intently. Picking up the receiver on his large mahogany desk one of his men answered immediately.

"Get the car ready."

"Yes sir."

Taking his suit jacket off the back of his leather chair he made for the exit of his office.

He knew Fei had information where Akihito was otherwise he wouldn't have called; the question was what did Fei want in return for such information? Asami was not going to show his desperation.

Fei poured out two shots of brandy, handing one of them to the seated Asami.

"How is all with you?" Asked Fei as a mere conversation starter, the heavy silence was getting to him.

"Let's keep the chitchat business orientated." Asami plainly replied, in no mood for pleasantries.

"Always the business-man."

"It is why I'm more successful."

"It is why you lost your silver fox." Fei retorted.

"Where is he?"

"What are you going to do for me?" enquired Fei

"What is it that you want?" Asami replied exasperated.

"The land you have up for sale in the docklands-"

"You're not getting it." Asami cut Fei short

"I don't want it but the Chinese triads from Osaka are interested in it. Apparently." Fei added.

"Apparently. So what if they are?"

"I'd rather you didn't give it to them."

"Why shouldn't I, they are given more than the asking price."

"If you sell it to them you are allowing them into your territory."

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you own most of the land around the docklands. Having another triad could be beneficial."

"You know as well as I do it can also be the polar opposite. Are you prepared for more turmoil?"

"I like to keep things interesting. The fiercer the competition the more valuable the land becomes and when the bubble bursts which it will soon enough I'd rather the land be as valuable as possible before hand. We're talking a couple of acres not hectares." Asami pointed out the facts.

"Give them an inch and they'll take a mile."

Sighing Asami swirled the brandy in his glass, watching as the amber liquid came to a rest before taking a fiery mouthful.

"Say I hold back on the sale of the land, will you tell me where he is?" Asami asked tired of games. It was already nearing six a.m.

"I would need proof."

"As do I, I'm not going to throw away easy money for a wild goose chase."

Fei reached into the drawer of the desk pulling out two A4 sized photos. He tossed them onto the edge of the desk. Reaching out Asami picked them up. Frowning, the boy in the photo was indeed Takaba Akihito, but he had changed in those four months. At a quick glance Asami knew it was him because of his eyes but his hair was longer, tied back in a little tiny ponytail, he was thinner but most disturbingly he had a beard. Not a five o'clock shadow, but a I-haven't-shaved-in-weeks-beard. It didn't suit him. Made him look scruffy, not that that was hard! But dirty scruffy!?

"When were these taken?" Asked Asami checking the date and time in the corner.

"Last week."

"Where?"

"The sale of the land?" Fei asked not going to fall into the trap.

Asami looked at him carefully, looking for any sign of malevolence, feigning, something but there was nothing. Flipping his phone open he pressed one for his speed dial.

"Sir?" one of his loyal men answered almost immediately.

"I want you to hold back on the sale of the docklands site. Forge a document from the land commissioners detailing a survey into historical relevance. Post it up and contact the potential buyer. Tell them it'll take a week, we'll have it done in three days."

"Sir."

Asami snapped the phone shut and stared at Fei not wanting to ask the same question for the fourth time, downing the last of his brandy.

"How long will that take?" Fei inquired taking the stopper out of the brandy.

"Half an hour." Asami replied holding out his glass for a refill. He closed his eyes hearing the ice tinkle as it hit the bottom of his glass, feeling the weight of the glass as the brandy was added. He was tired and the alcohol wasn't helping but he wasn't leaving without a location. He leaned further back into the leather chair allowing it to support his deadening limbs.

Neither spoke savoring the silence as the early morning sunshine began to creep into Fei's office as the sun slowly moved overhead. Where Fei got the sunshine in the morning, he who liked to work at night had the sun in the evening in his office as to enjoying the last of the days before night would fall and his work would begin. As efficiently as promised Asami's phone rang a half an hour later to inform him it was done. Fei tapped quietly on his laptop smiling as he read what Asami had promised, a hold on the sale.

"Osaka, works in Umeda at Yodobashi Camera under the name Takashima Aki and lives in Minami, don't know the exact address."

Asami inhaled deeply trying to awaken his body.

"Should this information prove inaccurate—"

"You'll suffocate me with my own balls...or something to that effect?"

"Or something to that effect." Confirmed Asami already on his phone and leaving Fei's office. The hunt was back on.

"Get me a flight to Osaka for nine a.m. Transfer any meetings I have to my Shin Sakurabashi office, re-schedule the ones that can't for next week. Tell the hotel to have the room ready and get the car ready. Also get me any information we have on the Chinese triads in Osaka, focus on the ones that have ties in Tokyo. Something's brewing and I want to know what."

"Yes sir."

Asami returned home, showered and dressed in fresh clothes. Sleep would have to wait and by eleven a.m, he was sitting in his Osaka office reading through information he should have known weeks ago. He wasn't doing this for Fei, but he definitely wasn't selling his land now. There was a war brewing in the underworld one that would upset the balance of the Tokyo underworld if he didn't act. Fei must have gotten a sniff of it while meddling in his affairs. All it takes is one cocky bastard with too much money and not enough brainpower.

Ryuichi Asami is a smart man. That is why the Yamaguchi-gumi appointed him the honor of been the head of one of the clans in Tokyo. After all the Yamaguchi-gumi only relatively recently began to gain territory in Tokyo. With Asami at the reigns they quickly amassed territory and a good standing. Asami was smart enough never to allow Akihito see who he really and truly was. True, Akihito knew he was a 'wealthy shady businessman' but to what degree Asami planned to never allow the boy to find out, it would mean certain death. True, over the past four months Asami had often thought of leaving the boy alone, he had a better chance of survival on his own. On the other hand he knew how, no matter how hard he try, Akihito would always put his nose somewhere he didn't belong. It was his nature and disaster waiting to happen, to which Asami justified; without him, he would be dead long ago.

Been a member of such an elite clan had its privileges, Asami knew where, what, when and why before anyone else knew. With connections in the property trade, the Mizu Shōbai*, financial connections with various legitimate companies such as Aarata Kansa Houjin* as well as dabbling in the stockholders trade, Asami had a fair panoramic view of the social, economic and political standing in Japan. Soon if his connection with Jaejoong Eun was successful, he was branching into Korea. But even with a panoramic view and all the connections he had at his disposal he was human after all and so was ninety-nine percent of his staff. Human error was allowed and this error, this cockroach was in the form of a small Burakumin* group. This particular sect was small enough to have went unnoticed for so long but now they were up and coming and fast. They were apparently getting their finances from money laundering and narcotics and were amassing quiet a following. Overstepping the boundaries while doing so. The underworld is a delicate balance of power. Now they were knocking on Tokyo's backdoor thus Asami's problem. But with collaboration with the clans in Osaka the problem would easily be rectified. It just required a lot of long overdue visits and paying respects.

On the side it didn't take long to find the person he was looking for. Asami received a phone call that they had found Takaba Akihito. Content that Fei had been of use he called his men off as he had a more pressing problem, he would deal with the underlying problem when he was well rested and was on top of his business. However after two days, Asami could wait no longer. His body yearned for release; to feel that familiar body, to smell that familiar scent, and to hear his voice once again.

A/N:

I want to thank my beta Ying9 for her work. I also want to thank Shadow Shadowsong for proof reading which I know can be quite difficult, thank you my dears. Reviews would be welcomed. Chapter two is in the works.