Title: The Smoke After Fire

Summary: After figuring out of Takaba's betrayal, Asami believed the boy to be gone from his life. Now, years later, it appears that his photographer has been under his nose all along.

Warnings: Dark/Twisted Fic. Angst. Romance. Yaoi. Oneshot. Mpreg . OC's. OOC. Alternate Universe.

A/N: A twisted fic if you might say, so I'm warning you, if you DO NOT like stories where Asami and Takaba are not together, or stories that are angsty, more specifically, if YOU DO NOT LIKE YAMIGA'S ANGSTY, SAPPY, DEPRESSING FART WORTHY STORIES THAT ARE A SHAME TO BE COMPARED TO A SYMPHONY THEN DON'T READ IT! HEED MY WARNING YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Anyway, this story has been stuck in my mind for a year now. But again this is dark and to some may be very disturbing.


Takaba was dead. Asami was pleased.

The young photographer sat there before him strapped to a chair. His head dangling, and blood dripping from his mouth, forming a pool on the ground. There were cuts and bruises riddling his body, and slightly he shook, despite being in such a horrid state.

Asami smiled and approached Takaba. There was a lit cigarette between his fingers and he didn't hesitate to extinguish it on Takaba's skin. There was a hissing sound that came first and then, a strange noise that emitted from Takaba, or what was left of him. Asami laughed.

"Now," He began. "You know the price for betrayal. It's just a shame it had to be you. I could've used you for so much mo re, but a whore would only slander my title." He chuckled. "Good bye, Takaba."

Asami turned to leave the room, and at the same time, took his phone from his pocket. He held it to his ear. "Take his body out of here." He spoke. "And clean this mess. Be here in less than five minutes." And like that, he crossed the threshold, and vanished down the corridor.

Asami hadn't realized that another person, witnessed his deed. He had left the room without looking around, without making sure that he and Takaba were alone.

Standing, pushing the door open with all his might was a young boy, perhaps no older than five. Dressed nicely, he stepped into the smelly room and held his palm to his nose. Without much thought, he approached Takaba's cadaver, which still remained hooked up and slumped over the chair.

"Eww…" He spoke, not knowing what else to say as he couldn't comprehend what he saw. "You're ugly…" He pushed on Takaba's chair lightly, and surprisingly, the whole thing toppled over. Takaba hit the ground with a thud and stream of crimson liquid emitted from his mouth.

Momentarily, his eyes shot open, instantly scaring the boy.

Takaba began to cough and trash until finally, his body went limp…permanently.

The boy screamed and ran out of the room. His initial reaction was to find his father, Asami, but his mother was closer. She was in the bedroom combing out her long dark hair when her son entered the room literally crying and screaming.

"There's something in basement! It's gross!"

His mother, no doubt concerned for her son, rushed down to see what it was. Upon entering the basement, she screamed even louder than he did. However, she made sure the young boy could not enter the room as she instantly recognized the identity of the body.

Takaba Akihito, the boy who nearly jeopardized her wedding.

"A piece of trash!" She commented, entering the room herself. She stood over the boy, and nudged him with the edge of her heel.

"Mom…"

"Shinji…" She turned to face him. "Don't say a word about seeing this boy to your father."

"Is he okay? He looks ugly." Shinji replied. "He's gross is he dead?"

"Almost." She smiled at her son.

"Well he should die." Shinji replied. "He stinks and he's ugly. He should be burned."

Mrs. Asami walked away from the monstrosity on the ground and out of the room, she stood by her son and shut the door. "That's not for us to decide. But nevertheless, he's something we don't have to worry about."

Shinji smiled.

OoOoOoO

Takaba was taken away later that day.

Asami didn't feel anything. The betrayal had already hardened his heart and extinguished any feelings he felt for Takaba. That boy truly was a piece of trash and Asami didn't have time to deal with him. He had gotten what he deserved, a painful execution. Not a hint of guilt resided within Asami.

He now had other things to focus on, and that was his son and heir, Shinji.

Takaba was a thing of the past, now Asami had to look to the future.

OoOoOoO

Shinji, before he went to bed, entered the basement one final time. To his surprise, the room was empty and cleaned from top to bottom.

He shrugged then, and itched his brown hair. After that, he turned away and went back to his room.

OoOoOo

Shinji had graduated both college and high school very early. By the time he was twenty, he already had a job lined up for him and a vast amount of savings in his bank account. Asami, no doubt was pleased with the way his son had come out.

He had looks, and soon would gain power and money, as anyone knew to respect Shinji, for he was Asami's son. Like his father, he has a semi muscular build and bore piecing golden eyes , in addition he wore that same cold glare. He was attractive but at the same time dangerous, just what Asami wanted him to be.

OoOoOoO

While Asami had one agenda, Shinji had another.

When he turned twenty, he had moved out of the house and purchased an upscale home somewhere in Kyoto. His father of course, didn't approve of it at first but Shinji assured him that when the time came, he'd certainly move back to Tokyo to take over Asami's business.

Shinji had already begun delving into his father's business, and of course he hid this from Asami. Yet his mother knew all about it, in fact, she had helped him. She allowed him to dig deeper and deeper into the underworld until he finally retrieved what he had been looking for. The same 'piece of trash', that he'd seen years ago, the same piece of trash that he could hardly stop thinking about, ever since he was a young boy.

One maimed, ruined and absent Takaba Akihito. Yet despite finding him in such a vegative state, Shinji still felt his heart burn up, like it did all those years ago. He had finally found his 'piece of trash', his puzzle piece.

It took bargaining to buy Takaba from the man who had purchased him from Asami years ago, and it took money, to keep that man quiet. But every second, every dime spent was worth it.

He'd taken his prize back to Kyoto with him and had hired a staff of medical doctors to care for him, as he was immobile, in such a state.

This new Takaba Akihito, couldn't move, speak, nor could even look up. His head always hung low as some of the nurses around the house would push him around in his wheel chair. He couldn't eat normally as he was fed through a feeding tube. All the torture, and abuse of twenty years had done its work on Takaba and now he was nothing but a hallow shell.

Shinji absolutely loved him this way.

He loved Takaba for his imperfections and for his special needs. He didn't care how much older Takaba was than him, nor did he care how badly affected his body was. He still looked beautiful, like an angel, like a dream come true.

Shinji loved every bit of him.

OoOoOo

Shinji already took to working in the deep city of Kyoto, expanding Asami's business. When Mrs. Asami visited Kyoto, she'd no doubt be with Takaba. He'd sit in his wheel chair, with his head down as she'd be sewing or reading a book, humming slightly, next to him on the sofa.

"You look very nice today, Akihito…" She'd usually say. "Shinji is very lucky to have you…" She never respected a response, but figured Takaba was pleased.

OoOoOoO

Shinji had contacted his mother on something that was bothering him. The two talked over lunch, before she went back to Tokyo.

"Is it easy, raising children?" He began his conversation, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It depends on how children are raised. Your father and I strictly raised you for business." Mrs. Asami replied. "Our relationship was and still is political, as well as your birth."

Shinji shrugged. "That much I figured. But that doesn't concern me."

"Are you thinking about something?" She reached her hand across the table and placed it upon her son's.

"I've mused on the idea of having children and…given Takaba's state, I decided to go ahead and schedule a surgery for him."

Mrs. Asami rose an eyebrow. "I don't understand…"

"His reproductive organs are obliterated. He's been sexually abused for years, they aren't of any use." He moved some hair out of his face. "I've requested that the doctor switches out his reproductive organs, and replaces them with a females."

Mrs. Asami sighed. "It's your choice, it's not like he has a say." She smiled. "I'm getting older and I've pondered on the idea of grandchildren. In addition, Aki has nice eyes…" She went on sipping her coffee, all the while, Shinji smiled.

OoOoOoO

A year later, Shinji was twenty one.

He had by now become his father's prominent business partner and took to traveling back and forth from Kyoto to Tokyo. The family business had grown widely since the past year and Asami gave Shinji more than enough credit.

Shinji had to agree that he was responsible for the recent expansion as he himself made ties with many different organizations both in the political and underworld. This ensured that the family fortune couldn't come tumbling down, it would be secure for years.

Asami praised his son for his cunning ideas, but at the same time, gave himself just as much credit for their success. Shinji was, Asami's son after all. No less was expected from him. That stoic, demanding and authorative personality was something he'd inherited from Asami. It was a given that Shinji would act the way he did, it was decided since his birth.

However, as much as Asami knew his son from the inside out, he began to see a much more mysterious or distant side of Shinji. The younger Asami began to cut his visits brief and at times, grew slightly irritated, even with Asami.

Asami began to grow curious as various possibilities manifested themselves through his mind. After a few months of observing Shinji's personality change, he easily inferred that the boy was hiding something. Whatever it was, Asami intended to find out.

So before his son departed to Kyoto, he confronted him.

OoOoOoO

Shinji had just finished talking to one of Takaba's nurses on the phone. It appeared that Takaba was slowly making progress after the birth of their son. In addition, Shinji could hear his son squealing on the other line and that warmed his heart. He was ready to go home.

He had already told his mother good bye and was heading outside the estate. He was stopped by his father who leaned on the door way. The two made brief eye contact before Shinji reached the door. Asami then walked forward blocking his son's exit.

"Father?" Shinji started, surprised, as he stood still. "Is there something wrong?"

"Not particularly." Asami replied. "I just wanted to say goodbye."

Shinji smiled. "Good bye then." He clutched the handle of his suitcase when he realized his father wasn't moving. "Father_"

"You were on the phone, a few minutes ago?"

Shinji nodded. "I was talking to one of my workers. It's nothing that important_"

"Who exactly were you speaking too, and about what?" Asami pressed on, crossing his arms. Shinji, able to feel his father's intimidation, stepped aside.

"I was speaking to Naga, about transporting some of the weapons to Yokohama. I'm sorry, I didn't run it by you before." He smiled, inclined slightly to his father and then without another word, vanished.

OoOoO

When Shinji arrived home, the first thing he did was kissed Akihito on his cheek. He was in his room as always, in his wheel chair. Shinji had brought roses for him and placed them on the desk. Takaba's nurse tended to them immediately.

Shinji then exited the room and went into his son's room. The little hazel haired boy nearly scream when he saw his father enter the room. Shinji didn't hold back his smile as he took his son in his arms and walked around the estate with him. Kibo, was the boy's name, and he greatly resembled Takaba. His hair was a soft hazel color, and like Takaba, his eyes were blue, however, he had a great amount of light within them. His eyes always attracted Mrs. Asami whenever she visited. She absolutely 'adored', his blue pupils.

They were full of life, full of hope and full of love, something that she never had, raising her own son. Shinji realized this aspect about her relationship with Kibo and had come to enjoy her visits.

OoOoOoO

For the most part, it was a peaceful day.

Shinji was sitting in the living room, watching his infant son play with blocks on the floor. Takaba sat there silently in his wheel chair which rested near the sofa. Silence filled the empty spaces of the room as Shinji silently observed what he could. His reports rested in his lap and his coffee mug remained untouched. He closed his eyes and remained focused in steady thought. Afterwards, he stood and made way to the window where he observed the majority of what he could see.

A tap on his shoulder, broke him from his momentary concentration, as he turned around to see who disturbed him.

It was a nurse.

"Yes." He began, turning to face her.

She wore a worried expression. "Asami-san…" She took a deep breath. "Your father is here to see you. He is very impatient."

Shinji advanced past her quickly, feeling his heart pump faster and faster. He walked through the living room, where his family still resided.

"Get Akihito upstairs and take Kibo to his room." He ordered the nurse. "Now_"

The front door had already opened, as the commotion outside escaladed. It appeared that the nurses had tried their best to stop Asami from entering, but only failed. He stormed inside, into the living room where Shinji stood. Kibo and Takaba also sat there; Kibo seemed to notice his grandfather's menacing presence as he dropped his blocks.

Asami made way to speak, but was caught dead in midsentence when he stared harshly at the wheel chair. Shinji by this time, had walked over to Akihito and stood in front of his wheel chair.

"What do you want?" He demanded, staring at his father. "Well?"

"Watch your tone." Asami warned, making way towards the two. "And what the hell is this?" There was pure hatred in his voice as he glared at Takaba. "Is this what you've been hiding?"

"I haven't been hiding anything. I've just been living my life, is that a crime?" Shinji asked, angrily.

"Sneaking into my business, is a crime." Asami spat angrily.

"Then tell me…how is my deed a crime after what you've done?" He crossed his arms and stared at his father in a very discriminative fashion, almost as if he was disgusted with him. Asami remained quiet, and only glared.

"Yeah…." Shinji continued. "You know what I'm talking about. I saw him you know, that day, all those years ago, after you tortured him, after you left him to die." He stepped aside so Asami could get a better view of Takaba, or what was left of him. "He never left my mind, no matter how disgusting he seemed at first. I kept looking for him, he was my main focus…" He took a deep breath. "It just mesmerized me how a person so destroyed, so decimated, so dead…could look so, beautiful. Even after all these years…he still looks the same!"

There was a pause that filled the room as both father and son glared at each other. Asami stared at Takaba with confusion in his eyes not sure what to think, or what to say.

Breaking through the silence was a whimper from Kibo who was confused by everything. Shinji, blinked back into reality and quickly rushed over to his son, picking him up. Asami stared in disgusts. He saw the hazel hair and the blue eyes. Automatically, the bile began to rise in his throat.

"Is that….how…" Even such a man as Asami, was lost for words.

"Takaba is in a semi vegative state, the doctors claim he's getting better now, but," Shinji moved some of Kibo's hair from his face. "I didn't really care for his opinion on the matter, and due to the fact that his organs were obliterated, I paid or a surgery. Unlike you, I wanted to marry for love and have a child with the person of my choice." He smiled. "So here father is your grandson, Asami Kibo."

"You're insane."

"That's surprising coming from your mouth." Shinji glared. "You have a lot of gall father." He turned his gaze back to Kibo.

Asami, all the while, felt the blood pumping through his chest. His gaze shifted from Takaba, back to Kibo and then finally his son, his enemy. Shinji only smiled as he embraced Kibo even tighter. "Are you angry?"

"Have you lost your mind_"

"Have you lost yours?"

Asami crossed his arms yet surprisingly, despite the anger building up inside of him, he smiled. Fury still resided within him, but he knew how to mask it, as he didn't want to lose himself in front of his son.

"Do you plan to play this game?"

"It depends on what's being waged."

And like that, Shinji returned the smile.

"So you're prepared to make me your enemy?" Asami breathed.

"Enemy, if that's what you see it as." Shinji sighed slightly. "But I still don't understand how." He watched as his father made way to leave. "You gave him up father, you wanted him dead…if this is what your anger and my betrayal are built upon, then I just don't understand_"

"You went snooping into my business Shinji," He stood by the door way, with his back towards his son. "And you resurfaced wounds of the past. You've gone deeper into the Under World than you needed to go."

"Your business? How is this your business if you wanted him dead…if you tortured him? Look at him father, look at the man you destroyed. I don't know what he did to you, but no one deserves his." Both Asami's gazed at Takaba each with soft expressions. "I'm giving him another choice father, because you abandoned him and I found him. I love him, and he is mine."

Asami turned away and began to walk. "He's yours?" He spoke quietly, before stepping over the threshold. "We'll see how long that lasts."

Shinji stood behind the doorframe crossing his arms and glaring at his father. "I'll keep you to it then. But remember, you gave him away, you left him for dead." He called out. "I'm not going to give him up to you so easily, if you decided to try and force me."

Asami didn't say anything after that and neither did Shinji. He only took a deep breath, running his hand through his dark brown hair. He inhaled the outside air before going back inside and shutting the door.

The End.


The end! I know this was a really weird story, and it's just…twisted so to speak. Tell me what you think about it!

Also…I played at graduation today! I didn't cry, thank God! Also, I met an old friend! I haven't seen him in ages and I missed his so much but he's gotten to be so damn sexy. New love interest! Anyway, shout out to everyone who graduated and earned the title Class of 2014! Give yourselves a pat on the back and walk that stage! BUT, be sure to make clear the stage for next year and make way for the class of 2015!

I don't own Finder Series!

PS: If you're into the manga Caste Heaven by Ogawa Chise, I've published two fanfics for the series already and I've made a community. SO if you want to write stories, you can put them in my community until they've actually created an archive for it.

If you haven't read Caste Heaven, then you should!

Anyway! Peace out!

God Bless!

Good luck to ALL the students, world wide, of the class of 2014.