AN: A small short I came up during psychology class. My friend and I had a dating discussion, and what kind of people we'd date as far as ethnicity went. We both wouldn't date within in our race, and are attracted to the opposite. At the end of the class, it became a joke, but we stuck true to our word.
Summary: In the midst an Underworld dispute between Asami and another organization, Takaba is once again dragged into middle of the deadly conflict. Jealousy gives birth to many vices, including unwanted children. Takaba finds this out the hard way. (Aki/Asami, Mpreg)
I cannot stress this enough, if you don't like Mpreg, do not read! Also, i'm trying out this new writing style, so tell me if it works or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Finder Series.
His home had been ransacked, furniture smashed to the ground, glass shatters scattered on the expensive carpet, bed sheets torn torn to ribbons, and Akihito no where to be found.
The photographer had not been answering his phone, and closer investigation found out that he had never shown up to work.
Asami checked any places that Akihito occupied, and checked harder after that.
A day full of searching for a missing person, ended to no avail.
And now Asami stood in his tattered room, his breathing ragged, his blood boiling like acid, his body trembling with an unpleasant rage, ready to kill on command, like a rabit fighting dog.
He sighed, and his emotions recoiled.
He put them in place and locked them away.
Unchecked emotions resulted in disastrous catastrophes.
Asami did not need anymore of those.
So he looked again through the chaotic ruins that had once been his luxurious penthouse, stepping over sharp objects, lifting up splintered wood, just looking for anything, anything that would give him insight on Akihito.
Once or twice, he would encounter a rusted red blood stain, some where still damp.
He fought to keep his rage down, swalloed the urge to bring ruin to his already destroyed home.
He needed to remain calm, he needed to stay collected.
And so he did. And it paid off.
Amongst the shredded remains of bedsheets, his sharp eyes caught the edge of something white and crumbled.
Bending down slowly, Asami cautiously retrieved the crumbled piece of paper, and held it up to read.
His blood froze, his breath caught in his throat, and his skin paled.
Heat began to prickle under his skin, and a tingling sensation spread thought his body,
I never forgot Ryuichi, and I never forgave. You chose some insolent brat over me? I am like you, I know who you are, I know what you want! This boy can never offer any of that, yet you value him like he's the worlds rarest jewel? How pitiful, your standards have stooped so low.
Let's see if he'll be your 'one and only' when I'm through with him.
-Tadame
So this was an act of vengeance, of jealousy. And his envious ex-lover had dragged Akihito into the shark pool. Calm and collective personality aside, Asami's emotions were spilling over.
He was negatively seething, though his cool expression betrayed his attitude .
Turning to leave the room, Asami was faced with two nervous body guards.
"Asam-"
He held his hand up, prohibiting them from spewing out an excuse for their negligence to retrieve Akihito.
Rather than chastise them, he supplied them with an address, an address to an abandoned warehouse.
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For certain, he knew he was in pain, but it wasn't the sort that you could feel. He was numb all over, yet objects prodded into his body, twisted his insides, scraping at his organs, and ripping into his flesh.
It was a numb pain, yet he could feel the tiny ache, the ache that would only grow more agonizing in with time.
He was for certain, however, that before this, he had been in real pain, that his current state of bliss was the result of too much pain.
Torture did that to a person, he supposed, made them more accepting than normal. More understanding.
How long had he been in that warehouse, strapped to a chair, and beaten like an animal.
Were they going to kill him? If not, than what was their intentions?
Perhaps to instill fear in Asami?
A wet sensation trickled down his torn jeans. Inwardly, he gasped, praying that he hadn't just pissed himself.
There was good news and bad news.
Thankfully for him, it wasn't urine that had soaked his jeans. The smell was to pungent, too earthy.
It was blood.
He remembered, remembered being raped before the initial torture began.
It was painful, and humiliating. And the idiot did something strange to him, something that Takaba couldn't quite remember, but it was that action that hurt the most, that left it's biggest mark.
Something hot, something burning filled his entire being. And then it disappeared, and the rape resumed.
Ahh...that insane bastard did...why the hell does this always happen to me? What did I ever do to these people!?
Another blow came into contact with his gut, and his body jumped out of instinct. The rough ropes clawed deeply into his wrist, scooping away more skin every time he moved.
He forced his weary eyes to look at his arms. Instantly, he regret ed it.
"Will Asasmi love you now?" The sadistic voice cooed into Takaba's ear, "Will he acceptance a broken piece of shit like you?!"
The words cut deeper than the actually blades that carved deeply into Takaba's arms.
He couldn't see himself, he didn't know how bad he looked. The pain was so excruciating that Akihito could no longer feel anything, therefore he wasn't entirely sure how terrible he looked.
The tide changed.
The torturing suddenly came to a screeching halt. Lights switched on, people began to run, shots were fired.
Takaba inwardly smiled, tears spilled down his cheeks, and he began to shake.
Asami had come to save him.
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If you hadn't arrived when you did, he surely would have been dead, said the appalled doctor.
It's a miracle that he's alive, cried the astonished nurse.
He lost too much blood, thought Asami, And I still haven't ended Tadame's wretched life.
For the first time in ages, Asami was filled to the brim with blood lust, a hungry urge to kill erupted in his stomach. He wanted to ruin Tadame, to scrape the skin off of his muscles, to watch the harsh pull of damaged tendons part from the bones, to tear savagely into his body as he had done to Asami's heart.
But Takaba's condition called for constant companionship.
The boys eyes were blank and murky, as if his soul had been vacuumed into some deep abyss lighyears below the earths surface.
His body was covered In gauze, adorned in cuts and scrapes. His arms had been the worse, as they'd been cut to the bone. Second were his thighs, and the area between his legs. Everything was bruised, tainted and tattered.
Takaba would need to be in a wheelchair for at least a month before he could walk again, without pain.
For a week, he never spoke, never ate, never looked at anything except the white wall across from him. He stayed in his hospital room, moving only when the doctors helped him to go to the restroom or procedures.
He didn't look at Asami.
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Like always, he learned to forget and forgive his enemies. A month later, and Takaba was back to his usual stubborn self.
Asami, however, was not. He was obsessed with protecting Akihito, obsessed with keeping him safe.
"Call your men off! I can't even piss without them clawing at the restroom door like wild dogs!" Had been one of the many complaints that Takaba had risen against Asami's over protective guards. They followed Takaba like a shadow, a permanent shadow.
And he began to loath it with a burning passion.
Asami was robbing him of his freedom, his right to his own life. Hell, the older man had even imposed a self proclaimed curfew on the young photographer.
He knew that after the accident with Tadame, that Asami would be more cautious with him. But he never expected Asami to morph into a control freak.
A month later, Takaba fell ill. Very ill. He couldn't hold his food down, was constantly running fevers, was as tired as hell...the list went on and on.
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Asami had nearly neglected his job to stay by Takaba's bedside, yet the photographer had chastised the older man, and assured him that he would survive this.
That they would survive this.
And up until recently, Takaba believed he could.
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His condition had gotten slightly better, though he still vomited from time to time. Not to mention, he'd gained a little extra weight. Not that that as a bad thing, as he'd lost so much in the past couple of months, but he hadn't really done anything to warrant a quick recovery.
He was getting slightly concerned.
So he asked his doctor to take blood samples, without telling Asami.
Reluctantly, the doctor did.
It was around this time that Akihito allowed his mind to drift back to his kidnapping, and the torture he was subjected to be Tadame.
The physical abuse, he could live with, as well as the mental abuse.
But the sexual abuse, that was something he still struggled to overcome. Not to mention, he still hadn't discovered what exotic technique Tadame had used on him. All he knew was that it caused him pain, a lot of pain.
He hoped it wasn't the source of his mysterious ailment.
A week later, his doctor called him, and gave him the results.
They were both bewildered, though the doctor was slightly interested. Takaba, on the other hand, was terrified.
How it happened, they were completely unsure of. But the countless test, the countless passed test gave birth to chilling results.
Literally.
Takaba Akihito was pregnant. And he had not had sex since his captivity with Tadame three months ago.
He was three months along.
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He chose to tell Asami over dinner, because he needed to tell Asami. At least let the older man be comfortable, let him be calm and collected before he flipped.
He catered to all of Asami's needs, was intimate with him, kissed him here and there, yet doubt lurked at the back of his mind. He could lose this life in an instant.
Takaba was pregnant with a child, and it was not Asami's.
So after the main course, when Asami had offered Takaba a beer, and the younger man refused, the Yakuza knew something was wrong, very wrong.
Thus Takaba had began to speak, his head held high and voice confident for the most part, until he came to the end of his story, the part that made no sense.
"I'm pregnant, and I think it's Tadema's" Akihito had confessed.
"Get rid of it, then," Asami had replied, heartlessly, "It's a fixable problem."
Takaba paused, and felt his sadness begin to boil, and his anger begin to take it's course, "I've been through a lot of shit lately, Asami," he hissed, wiping the tears off of his cheek, "and i'm about to get one thing "positive" out of it, and you're asking me to kill it? Are you really that much of a heartless bastard."
Asami lit a cigarette.
"Get rid of it, or leave. I'm not letting a monster run around my home."
The words were so simple, yet bore down tremendously on Takaba's wounded being. He needed Asami to be accepting, needed him to understand. But he didn't, he just didn't.
Takaba was gone in less than an hour.
Asami didn't stop him. He didn't know how to.
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The next day, Asami slightly regretted his decision to kick Takaba out. Perhaps he was too harsh, too quick with his decision. But he gave Akihito an option, gave him a simple solution, yet the boy always had to be so damn stubborn. Thus, he reaffirmed his decision. He did not need to waste time helping Akihito raise children that could have been so easily eliminated.
So he put it to the back of his mind, and hadn't even bothered to send his bodyguards out looking for the photographer.
A week later, he felt the same way.
A month later, he felt even worse.
And four months later, he yearned for Takaba's presence.
He needed to find him.
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So tell me what you thought about that chapter. I planned to make this a one-shot, but I have a test to take tomorrow, and didn't want to stay up any longer trying to put the rest of this together and come up with some shitty piece because I half assed the rest of it. So i'll add one more chapter, hopefully next week. What do you think about the style, is it good or bad. I'm trying something new, so if it sucks, just let me know, I won't be upset as long as you're respectful. This is my first Mpreg, and Mpreg doesn't always make sense! So if you're gonna try to debunk mpreg, than this story isn't for you. I know how pregnancy works, I know the female anatomy! I am female, so i'm not stupid. But this is fanfiction, so I will write fan fiction. If you want to flame because this is Mpreg, than don't read it! I know I hardly touched up on Tadame, but that's why there's another chapter. So, I hope you enjoyed this one, i'm nervous about it. Anyway, have a nice week, pray for me please, and God Bless.