Regret
At some point he realized it started raining, although he didn't recall exactly when.
For a few seconds he got distracted watching the pedestrians running for cover as the rain turned into hail, but his stare soon returned to the entrance of the office building close to where his limo had stopped.
More and more people were exiting the building now, which made sense to him given the time of day. If it weren't for the dark clouds covering the sky he was sure there would be a nice sunset colouring it at the moment.
He watched random strangers laughing and cracking jokes at each other before bidding goodbye to one another for the day, most of which he noticed were carrying backpacks, making him wonder whether they were concealing cameras in them as well.
Deep down he knew that the situation he was in was nothing short of pathetic and foolish and that he shouldn't be feeding such a stupid weakness.
It was completely out of character for him, but the truth was he just couldn't help it.
Something definitely had shifted within him recently and it had been so subtle that he only came to realize it when it was already too late to do anything about it. He now knew he'd been infected though, and that there was no cure for the malice that was eating his heart out and consuming his soul.
That's why he kept coming back to that place...
The first time he'd told Kirishima to drive by that street he'd tried to convince himself that he just wanted to check up on the kid; see how he was doing, that sort of thing. The situation between them had ended so bitterly after all... The kid had been a complete wreck the last time they had seen each other.
But then he found himself asking Kirishima the exact same thing a few days later, and then a few days after that, until it ended up becoming a weekly event.
It wasn't long though before the assistant was forced to make the detour almost on a daily basis, before driving him to the office.
Kirishima always stopped at a safe distance from the news' office building and stayed there for ten to fifteen minutes, until he was told to drive off.
Asami never got out of the car though, or did anything to make his presence known to the youngster. He was however painfully aware his self-imposed restrain was getting harder and harder to maintain.
"Asami-sama..." Kirishima called out to him from the driver's seat. "Perhaps he has already left for the day..."
His boss's voice was neutral when he replied. He had never been one to openly display his emotions after all. "I'll wait a few more minutes."
No sooner the words left his mouth than the entrance doors to the building slid open and out came the subject of his musings, accompanied by another young man.
His colleague must have been telling him a funny story, because the youngster soon burst out laughing, so much so that he had to lift a hand to his stomach to try to calm himself down.
Asami watched the duo as they stood below the building's awning, seemingly waiting for the hail to die down, and had to fight the urge to get out of the limo, walk towards his former lover and possessively kiss him right then and there.
He figured that the young man somehow ended up feeling he was being watched, because he suddenly turned his face towards the limo; a hint of surprise clearly visible in his eyes.
Asami reacted instantly, ordering Kirishima to drive off at once.
It was only when the limo had turned the corner, that Asami realized that his heart was beating uncontrollably.
He raised a hand to his chest massaging away the uncomfortable feeling plaguing him.
He knew that if he didn't do anything about it soon, he'd go insane.
Akihito stood staring at the place where the limo had been parked on, long after it drove off in a hurry.
He was so surprised to see the limo there for the third time that week that he was sure it had somehow ended up showing on his face.
Maybe that was why the limo had driven off more quickly that day. Great! Now Asami probably knew he was aware he was being stalked.
"Hey Takaba!" His colleague called out beside him, bringing him back to the present. "Are you even listening?"
Akihito cracked an apologetic smile at him, clearly showing himself guilty. "Sorry... Mind repeating the last part?"
As his friend resumed the joke he was telling, Akihito realized that his heart was beating like crazy against his breast bone.
He held up a palm above his t-shirt feeling the erratic beats even thru the fabric.
Deep down he knew he had to do something about this whole situation with Asami... Otherwise he was sure he was going to go insane.
A/N: Hi there :) I kinda wrote this as a quick one-shot, but if you think it is worth it I can make it into a two-shot. Let me know if you'd like to read more. Bye ;)