Hello! Thank you for checking out my fic! I haven't written a fan fiction in years so I might be a little rusty, but I felt like I had to write this.

WARNING: this fic takes place after the 7th volume of the Finder Series. So if you haven't read up to that, then you will be confused. This fic also has nothing to do with the 8th volume, so don't worry if you haven't read that. Idk if the series is ever going to discuss what I'm writing this about, but I haven't seen it yet sooooooo

Anyway, lets get to the story!

Chapter 1: Shock

Neither of them could pinpoint when or why the fight had started. Akihito would have sworn Asami started it with a dismissive comment about Akihito's photography jobs. Asami would probably point to Akihito's accusation that he couldn't find a good photography gig because of Asami's meddling. An accusation that Asami probably wouldn't deny but wouldn't be held more responsibility than Akihito's recklessness. Whatever the cause, the fight had escalated quickly.

"You're calling ME reckless?" Akihito made a bewildered expression.

He was standing at this point, pacing around the living room while Asami remained seated on the couch. Though Akihito was more forthcoming with irritation, Asami had been sitting forward, stiff and clicking his fingers against his wine glass. His face was stone, but with each flinging of insults and accusations his eyes became harsher.

"You ARE reckless. You're constantly getting yourself into danger, Akihito," Asami hissed.

Akihito could tell Asami was losing his temper, and not in the usual way. He had been boiling about something already, and this fight was probably pushing him over the edge. Akihito, on the other hand, was far past the edge, as he usually was in these things.

Akihito huffed, "Who's fault is that!?"

Asami looked up from his wine glass for the first time in the fight, glaring at him with deadly eyes. Akihito recoiled for a moment, but held his ground.

"You think I'm the reason you're always dodging death? I'm the only reason you're still alive. You were getting yourself into trouble long before me, remember?" Asami was almost spitting his words at him. Akihito recoiled a bit more, wounded by the memories of past pain. Asami had never brought that up before, and now he was obviously trying to hurt him with it. "You're always sticking your nose in places you don't belong. And when you're done playing detective, I have to come and clean everything up!"

Akihito's face was red. He had stopped pacing and stood a few feet in front of Asami, his fist trembling at his sides like an angry child.

"I don't need your help! I don't need you meddling and sending people to follow me around! You want to take over my life, but I can handle myself!" Akihito's voice was cracking a little. He could feel tears trying to break through, "You don't trust me at all!"

Asami's wine glass broke as he slammed it down on the coffee table, spilling wine down onto the carpet underneath it. He stood up. Akihito forgot his anger for a moment as he was sure Asami was about to grab him, but instead the man walked right past him. He walked into his bedroom, leaving the door open, and came back a few seconds later with something in his hand. Asami tossed it onto the coffee table in front of Akihito, landing half in the puddle of red wine.

"Want to explain this?" Asami growled in a low voice.

Akihito's skin went cold. It was a zip up baggie with a recorder inside. His recorder. The one he had used a few weeks back when he wanted information from Sakazaki-san, which had recorded there whole meeting...including...

"Did you think I'd never find out about this, Akihito?" Asami was right behind him now, speaking into his ear in a low and angry hiss.

"W-when did you-"

"Did. You think. I wouldn't find out?" Asami's voice rumbled, almost trembled.

Akihito was afraid. He wasn't afraid of Asami really, he was afraid he couldn't get out of this. He was suddenly acutely aware of how bad he had screwed up. Of all the things he had gone through, this moment felt worse. It felt like Asami had stuck his hand into his chest and was crushing his insides. He didn't like the guilt that had worked his way into his chest and threatened him with tears. He wanted to be angry again.

'Don't let him change this on you!'

Akihito whirled around to face him, holding his ground as best as he could against the intimidating man.

"I had no choice! You weren't taking me seriously, a-and you're always hiding things from me-"

He stopped. Asami's eyes were still scary but he could see something else there too. Somewhere deep in his face.

"Get out."

"Wha..." Akihito mouthed.

Asami moved away from him, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one up between his lips. He stood by the window and without looking at Akihito he said again, "Get out of here."

Akihito stood still, his chest heaving and his fingers trembling. This fight was so different from all the others. Maybe it was just a breaking point, or maybe, Akihito thought, he had really done something this time. He looked over at Asami, wanting to follow him, touch him, apologize. Maybe. But his feet wouldn't move, his mouth wouldn't make the words. Now that tight feeling in his chest was too much to bear, and there was water on his cheeks.

"F-Fine!" Akihito yelled.

He walked into his room, his body both on fire and numb as he hastily changed from his lounge pants and tank top to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He threw on a jacket and stuffed the pockets with his phone and some lose money on the nightstand. Then he made quick work throwing a few extra clothes and all his cameras into his bag. He didn't think of much else, too consumed with anger to really care what he was doing. His tears had stopped, but he could feel them every few seconds threatening to come back. He pulled the heavy bag onto his back and then hesitated, seeing his key on the nightstand. He looked towards the door, wishing for a second to see Asami's figure there, but he was still out by the window, ignoring him.

Akihito left the key.

He pulled on his shoes at the door and then ran out, refusing to look back again. He didn't look back until he was a block down the road, catching his breath. He hadn't realized he had run the whole way. He also hadn't realized he was crying again.

Let the drama begin~

Thanks again for reading this chapter! I hope to come out with more soon! Please let me know any comments you have! I would love feedback!