Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.
Warnings: Angst, some smex.
Pairings: Asami/Akihito
Summary: Akihito's parents come to see what he has been up to. Now, he must fight with his parents to stay by Asami's side.
Notes: Hello readers. Here is a one-shot or a three part, however you wish to see it. I had to cut it into three parts so lj wouldn't give me trouble with it. Hope you enjoy. Please tell me what you think.
The young photographer walked in the rain, feeling his hair stick to his face. It was not a night to go out in but he did. He wished he never did. He ran so much from people who were chasing him. His cell phone was broken, dropped in a puddle of water. He limped toward one building that could save him. He only hoped he could get in. His arm was killing him. He walked up the stairs and stared at the guards there. They looked at him for a moment and he tried to smile but everything was blurring in his eyes. He was in trouble and he went to the devil himself. The blonde guard took pity on him and helped him inside. He didn't say a word. He fell off the roof and cut his leg and arm on metal. He limped toward the other stairs. He heard music and he knew there were eyes on him. He wondered what these people thought about him. He was helped up the stairs by Suoh. He only hoped he wasn't going to get in trouble for this. He stood in front of the office door, staring at it. It was a curse. He ran to the one man he swore to never get involved with his problems. He was a man and could handle them. Still, these guys would kill him if they found him. There were gun shots, luckily none hit him. He had to take pictures of a yakuza dealing business. The door was opened by Suoh and the big man helped him inside. When golden eyes looked up at them, he flinched by that cold stare. Why did he come here? Right, he was going to get killed if he didn't. This was the safest place he could be.
Asami waved his guard out when Suoh helped the boy sit down. He over looked the boy and saw the other looked like he was through hell. He set down his pen and sighed out his question, "What kind of mess do I have to clean up now?"
Akihito smiled sadly. He lived with this man for four months now. He told his friends some of the truth to stop them from worrying about him. He would talk to his parents but never told them anything. His mother would worry. His father started to realize he was lying about something. Did this mean anything to the older man? Was he too much trouble for Asami? He chuckled, "Have you heard of Nao?"
Asami raised an eyebrow and picked up his phone. He dialed a number and ordered, "Bring my personal doctor here to the Club." He hung up on the caller and stared at the photographer. He spoke, "I guess Nao is responsible for this."
"Yeah. I took photos of a drug deal between him and someone else." Akihito sighed. He was tired of everything. Couldn't he get the older man to care? But didn't Asami show he cared more times then he could count? He wanted more than that. There was a knock at the door and some woman walked in. She looked at him and went to his side, looking over his injures. He kept his eyes on those golden ones. He wanted the man's heart. Did he have that already? He didn't know the answer.
It took an hour for the doctor to over look the photographer and bandage his injures. He sat there silent, keeping his eyes on them, watching them carefully. Asami stood up and left the room and ordered to find everything out about Nao. He walked back in to see the doctor setting down the bill on his desk. She walked out the door and he looked over at his boy who was lying on the couch. He walked to the boy to see him fast asleep. He ran his fingers through brown locks. He sat on the edge of the couch, watching the boy's chest raise and fall. He stared hard, seeing the injures. He would make sure the man responsible for this pay dearly. No one touched what was his. He stood up, grabbing a blanket from the closest in his office. Throwing it over the other, he sat behind his desk, working on finding every detail about Nao.
An hour later, Akihito rolled over, awaking from the pain racing through his body. He cracked open his eyes to see the yakuza working at his desk. He glanced to the clock and mumbled, "Is it too much to ask to be taken home?"
Asami glanced up from the reports on his desk. He spoke, "I will have Suoh take you if that is what you wish for. Also there is a message for you from your parents."
"Is it safe for me to be out in the open?" Akihito asked as he sat up, hissing in pain. The cuts were sore. He knew it would take him some time before he could chase the bad guys again.
"Nao has been dealt with. There are no worries." Asami retorted back as he went back to his work.
Akihito smiled bitterly. He didn't want to know what that meant. He stood, hiding the pain behind a mask. He walked to the door as it was opened to see Suoh standing there. He said nothing just walked down the hall with the blonde guard following him. He didn't know where he stood with the yakuza and it hurt. He must be cared for or why else would Asami do everything in his power to protect him? He walked out the Club, feeling the cold air hit him in the face. Suoh walked ahead and opened the door to the car. Everything was blowing by him like nothing. It has been so long since he met the older man and nothing was clear to him. He slid inside and he felt the car start to drive down the street. He knew what he wanted but he didn't think he could gain it. He looked into Asami's past as much as it was possible. He leaned back, thinking about their relationship. It was truly a messed up one. The car stopped and the door was opened. Waving Suoh off, he limped up to the penthouse. He saw a read message on the answer machine. He pushed the play button.
'Sweetie, I know this is short notice but your father will not leave it alone. We will be in town tomorrow at nine in the morning. Your father wishes to see where you are living. Meet us at the train station. Bye, baby.'
Akihito groaned loudly as he leaned against the wall. How was he going to explain everything? He lived with a man who was into the underworld and was richer than anyone he knew. He grabbed the phone and limped to the couch. Sitting down, he dialed the number he knew by heart.
On the second ring, a cold voice spoke, "I will have the limo waiting at eight for you."
The other line hung up and that was all he needed to know. Akihito feared his parents meeting the yakuza. His mother would be shocked to the core to know he is living with a man but she would think nothing of it. His father was a whole different story. His father would realize who Asami is right away. He cursed the fact his father was in the same field as him. He pulled his legs up on the couch, ignoring the pain. He needed sleep and he was going to get it. He should move to the bedroom but he didn't feel like moving at all.
Asami came home from a long late night of settling the mess created by his boy. He tossed his jacket on the coat rack and walked into the living room. His eyes soften to see the photographer curled up on the couch, trying to stay warm. He walked toward the other and lifted him up in his arms, heading toward the bedroom.
The boy curled closer to the warmth, mumbling in longing, "Asami."
The yakuza stared down at the sleeping boy in his arms. He shook his head as he laid the other down. Thank goodness the injures with not that serious. The other would be up and around soon enough. Maybe it would be best to have one of his men follow the boy. He chuckled at that thought. His dear fierce photographer would do whatever it took to lose the guard. He swept brown hair out of the boy's face as he sighed, "You truly are trouble." He left the room to heat something up for himself and decided to have an early night himself. He would have more business meetings tomorrow in the later of the day. He was going to be here when Akihito's parents came. He knew his photographer wasn't ready to come clean. He didn't understand why. After eating, he went to take his shower and went to lay with his boy wrapped in his arms.
The next day, Akihito awoke warm and comfortable. He turned his head to see the yakuza sound asleep. He glanced to the clock and sighed annoyed. Couldn't his parents stop trying to butt into his affairs? He slid out of the strong arms and limped toward the shower. He unwrapped the bandages and took a long shower. He felt the warm water hit skin, making him relax. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't figure out a way to stop the war that was going to happen. He heard the door open but didn't say a word. It could only be Asami. As shower door open, he didn't look back to see the other. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He mumbled, "They don't know."
"Then maybe it is time they do." Asami remarked as he started to kiss the boy's neck. He enjoyed the warm body. This was the one for him. Akihito had a strong fight in him. He slid his hand down the chest down to Akihito's cock. He felt the body against him tense and then relax. He whispered, "You can't hide our relationship forever."
Feeling the pleasure build, Akihito fought, "No. Can't. Have to pick up my parents." He would deny the limo but he was sore from last night. He doubt he could walk there and get back here. He leaned his head back as the hand twisted in the right away. He was lost in the pleasure. He gripped Asami's arms, moaning, "As… Asami." He didn't understand why he craved such a dangerous man but he did. He thrust his hips forward, feeling the pressure build inside of him. Soft kisses land on his neck. It was heavenly as it was dangerous. He didn't want to worry about his parents or what they would do to find out he was with the yakuza. He moaned softly, "Asami."
"Only know my name, Akihito. Only say it. Only see me." Asami whispered into the boy's ear. He knew there was no time for them to have sex, but he always treated his boy right. He twisted his hand, making the other scream out loud as he exploded. He pulled away and spoke calmly, "Suoh will take you. Do not fight this anymore. It is time for them to know." He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry with.
Akihito leaned against the wall, trying to gain his bearings. He started to wash himself, clean. He was careful around the injures. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel, drying his hair as he made it to the bedroom. He glanced back to see golden eyes watching his every move. He muttered annoyed, "You are going to be when they get here."
"Of course, Akihito. It is good manners to be here when your partner brings his family." Asami remarked with a smirk. His boy had a lot to understand. There was no hope of escape for the other. Akihito belonged to him and he was going to make sure the other knew that for all time.
"Well since you are here. Rewrapped my injures." Akihito hissed as he sat on the bed. Asami hands were gentle on his body as he rewrapped his injures. He wasn't ready for a lecture from his parents about his job either. Today was going to be hell. He pushed the hand away when it started to wonder over his body. He glared at the man and limped toward the drawers, grabbing some clothes to wear. He could care less what he wore since his parents knew him well enough that he didn't spend much money on clothes. Every dime went toward his bills or cameras. He got dressed and moved out of the bedroom. Suoh was standing in the hallway. He rolled his eyes. Was his every move going to be followed by one of the older man's goons? That won't last long. He refused to be followed everywhere. He walked past the guard. When he stepped outside, he looked up at the sky, praying to whatever person was up there to help him through the day. War was going to happen. His father would not be pleased of who he was seeing. His mother would sob about not having grandchildren. He got inside the limo without letting Suoh open the door. Suoh glared at him and he flicked the man off. He was uncomfortable about this meeting. Everything could go wrong. The limo started to drive down the road and he closed his eyes.
At the train station, Machi sighed, "I told you, honey that we came to early. Akihito isn't even here yet."
Akihiro grumbled, "Dear, give him some time. I bet he got stuck in traffic." He really wanted to know what was going on with his son. He could tell his child wasn't being honest with them at all. Well, at least his son was calling almost everyday now. It was worrisome when Akihito stopped calling for a while.
Machi held onto her husband's arm and retorted, "You know full well that boy of ours is never up before noon. I bet we made him set an alarm clock and he must have been working last night. He never did call us back. Akihiro, really now. Did we have to come this early?" She wanted to see her son. She wanted to know everything about him. She wondered if he found some nice girl to be with. She always thought he needed a woman in his life.
Walking around people, well more like limping around them with Suoh following him, Akihito spotted his parents. He glanced back to see if there was a way out of this but such luck. His mother looked right at him. He closed his eyes and prayed once again. He limped toward them with a forced smile. His father was staring at Suoh who was right behind him. He mumbled, "Make yourself useful and get their bags."
Suoh glared at the boy and spoke, "I'm not your personal slave, Takaba-kun."
"I'll tell Asami you tried to grab my ass." Akihito threatened in a low voice. He saw Suoh's eyes widen for a second and the man grabbing his parents' bags. He sighed, "Hey mom, dad."
"Who is he?" Akihiro asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn't like this guy but he was around his son. Did he son get into trouble and needed bodyguards? Who would give him bodyguards though? He was pretty sure his son didn't make it big yet.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Akihito muttered, "He works for my lover." He hoped his parents didn't hear those words.
"Oh, my sweet baby found himself a famous woman to be with. How wonderful. I bet it one of the models you take pictures for." Machi gossiped.
Akihito stared at his parents. How was he supposed to tell them the truth? His father was still watching Suoh's every movement as the walked to the limo. His mother stared at him in concern as she saw him limp. He answered her unvoiced question, "I fell off of a roof last night while working."
"Are you in trouble?" Akihiro questioned as the door was opened for them and their bags was placed in the tuck.
"No. Why think that, dad?" Akihito lied. He slid in and put his leg up on the other side of the seats. It felt so much better keeping his leg up. His arm stopped hurting him so badly. His father turned to look at him with a raised an eyebrow. His mother was giving him a look that told him he better tell them or else. He glanced out the window and explained, "I was in trouble but not anymore." The limo started to drive and he continued, "I'm not with a model, mom. I haven't dated since I moved here."
"But you said your lover." Machi spoke confused.
"I do have a lover. I'm seeing a guy." Akihito said all at once, closing his eyes tightly. There was silence in the back. Neither of his parents were saying a word. When he took a risk and looked at them, he groaned. His father was glaring while his mother had tears in her eyes.
"A man?" Akihiro asked in a growl.
"I will never be a grandmother. Oh where did I go wrong?" Machi sobbed.
Akihito turned his head away and stared out the window. He glanced to the front to see Suoh keeping his eyes on the road and trying not to hear their conversation. He sighed, "Yes, a man. I'm seeing a man. You will get to meet him when we get to the penthouse."
"Where did I go wrong?" Machi sobbed again.
The photographer turned his head to look at his parents. His mother was sobbing against his father who was looking pissed by each second. He sighed, "Does it matter who I'm with as long as I am happy?" He wasn't truly happy. There was something else he wanted but he wasn't going to explain that to his parents. The limo stopped and he cussed Suoh for driving fast. He got out of the limo with his upset parents. Suoh grabbed the bags and went inside. He could tell his parents to go and the meeting didn't have to happen. He shook his head. Knowing his lover, the man would force a meeting one way or another. He walked inside with his parents following close by. He glanced back to see his father looking around, staring at some of the guards that were in the area. He closed his eyes, knowing everything was going to blow up once his father knew who he was seeing. Going up to the penthouse floor, the door was already opened for them. He walked inside to see food set on the table. The yakuza was by the window, talking on his cell phone.
Machi looked around and muttered, "This guy must have money."
Akihiro stared at the man by the window. He turned his head toward his son quickly. Was his son in trouble? Though the boy didn't seem surprised to see Asami standing there. The blonde man wasn't in the least surprised either. He growled, "Akihito, what is the meaning of this?"
Asami hung up on the caller. It wasn't important. Just telling him that Nao was beaten and killed. The person who met with him was taken out of the picture too. He turned to the guests and spoke, "Hello. My name is Asami…"
"Asami Ryuuichi. I know who the hell you are." Akihiro hissed. He turned to his son who was walking toward the yakuza. He yelled, "Akihito, what the hell is the meaning of this?"
"Dear, what is going on?" Machi asked as she grabbed her husband's arm. She wanted grandchildren and that wasn't going to happen. Her husband was upset about something. She looked to see her son walk to the man.
Akihito sighed, knowing his father figured it all out. He spoke, "Mom, dad, this is my lover."
"No way in hell!" Akihiro screamed. He watched the blonde man bowed his head and left the penthouse, closing the door behind him.
Asami wrapped his arm around his boy's waist and chuckled, "I see where you get your fighting nature."
Hitting the man in the arm, Akihito sneered, "Shut the hell up. I swear, I'll… I'll…"
"You'll do what, Akihito?" Asami asked as he smirked.
Akihiro stared at the two. He was shocked how his son was acting toward the man like nothing was wrong with yelling at a dangerous man. Asami looked amused by his son's actions. He wondered if his child knew the truth behind this man. He ordered, "Akihito, we need to talk. Now."
Akihito slapped the strong hand away from his person. Looking between his parents and Asami, he wasn't sure if he should leave his mother with his lover. Who knew what his mother would say? He didn't need his lover having any ideas in his head for their future. He glanced to his father to see a look that he never thought to see again. He sighed again and waved his hand. It was best to go to the built in dark room. It was sound proof since the yakuza complained how loud he could get when working with his photos. He entered the room as his father followed. Leaning against the wall since his leg was killing him again, he asked, "What is it dad?"
"That man is not someone you want to be with." Akihiro said, hoping his son would march out there and leave completely.
"Is that all you are going to say?" Akihito asked and then muttered, "Then you have wasted your time."
"Akihito, you don't…" Akihiro began to say.
"I know very well who he is and what he does behind the scenes. I'm good at what I do, dad. I'm not stupid." Akihito sighed, ready to leave the room. His arm was grabbed and he bit his lip to stop the yelp of pain. He turned around to face his father. He never really talked back to the man. He pulled his arm away and spoke, "I love him, dad. Nothing will ever change that."
"He could be using you. Akihito, please…"
"Dad, I don't think you understood. I love him. Him. The evil creature that he is, I love." Akihito sighed, hoping his father would drop it. He walked out the door to hear his mother sobbing about grandchildren. He rolled his eyes and entered the dinning room. Asami was sitting there with amusement in his eyes. When golden eyes land on him, he spoke, "Don't even think about that."
"You would make a great parent." Asami responded.
"I'm still young. Though you are getting up there old man." Akihito retorted as he grinned toward the older man. He was pulled onto Asami's lap. He squirmed but there was no way of escaping those strong arms. His father glared at them and he knew that his father would never drop it. He looked over at his mother to see her watching them carefully.
"Instead of getting a hotel, please take my offer up and stay. The guestroom is open for both of you." Asami spoke as he kept his hold on his photographer. He glanced back to see Akihiro glaring at him with hatred. He knew the other was into the same field as his lover. It looked like the man knew more than his boy did when they first met. He released his hold on his boy, ordering, "Eat something. I know for a fact you didn't have anything yesterday night."
"Stop bossing me around!" Akihito screamed as he sat down in a chair. He stared at the food and he heard his stomach grumble. He started to eat his food, not because the other man told him to, but because he was hungry.