So this story idea is courtesy and thanks to Finderlov. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1

A year ago...

Akihito sat at the bar, sulking. Asami had denied him the chance to get candid pictures of a drug deal supposedly going down. Right now, in fact, from the time on Akihito's wrist watch. The dealer in question, professed himself as Asami's rival and thought to take over his position in the drug trade.

Stupid move on the dealer's part, as Asami was already aware of his plans and intended to act with plans of his own. Asami had said, "brats should stay out of grown men's business. Do not go to the sale, Akihito, for your own protection. There will be men with guns."

"Yeah, you're one of them, Asami. All you're gonna do is turn him into the cops anyway, right? Where is the harm in me getting a couple of pics for my editor? I'm guaranteed a nice bonus for this."

Asami wouldn't budge, though. Even threatening to tie him to the bed if he was caught anywhere near the location of the drug deal.

Akihito just thought that the sadistic bastard didn't want him to see his handy work. Like Akihito didn't already know that the man that dripped sex in the bedroom, was frighteningly deadly in the real world where he did his business.

Akihito asked for another drink. He had downed 2 whiskeys since stepping into the bar 30 minutes ago and he was already feeling the effects. He felt light-headed and dizzy, but that didn't stop him from taking the third whiskey in his hands and tossing it back. He had seen Asami, toss back bourbon and whiskey on a daily basis, whenever the urge struck, and he never seemed to be drunk or slur his words, like Akihito was doing now as he mumbled obscenities and curses in Asami's name.

Akihito didn't realize that others around him could hear his mutterings, until a beautiful woman sitting next to him said, "wow, mister, that Asami character seems like very high maintenance."

Akihito said, "you don't know the half of it," before he could stop himself.

The woman asked, "your girlfriend?"

Akihito didn't know how to answer, he was just Asami. He never tried to analyze what they had, because it was tenuous at best. He answered, "roommate."

"Must be a special roommate to have you so angry with them."

Akihito, having finished his third drink, and feeling nice, said, "he's an arrogant, sadistic bastard. He has no regard for what I want. I seriously don't know why I bother."

"Sounds like you care."

"Ha!" Akihito giggled at the sound. "That jerk only sees me as entertainment, why would I care about him?"

"So, you're into boys," the woman asked.

Akihito blushed as an answer to her question and she smiled back at him. Akihito said, in a slurred voice, "my name's Takaba."

The woman gave Akihito a brilliant smile and said, "my name is Kami." She watched him wobble on his bar stool before offering to get him home.

Akihito stopped to think of what Asami's reaction would be if he pulled up at home in a woman's car? He'd probably get possessive and threaten the woman for touching his property. As that moment, Akihito said something he would not usually say under normal circumstances, "I know we just met, but I would rather not go home. Can we go someplace else?"

Kami, thought Akihito was handsome the moment she saw him. He looked about 24 or 25 years old, with hazel eyes, sandy hair, and a smooth complexion. She said, "we can go back to my place."

Akihito looked at Kami in a haze and wobbled again on the stool, before he agreed to go with her.

xxxxx

A year later, Akihito sat across from a lawyer in his office being told that he had been granted sole custody of his two-month old twins.