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Rating: k+-T – ( I really think the rating depends on maturity level not age, but no one asked me…)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I own none of Yamame Ayano's Characters (wish I did)….

A/N: I'm sorry for the grammatical errors in chapter one, for all who noticed them, and if you didn't notice them, please continue to do so. Yeah and so, apparently I decided to continue this story, but I'm still not sure if I'm ever going to finish this. The main reason for this is because I kinda didn't really plan this story out, so whichever way this turns is a surprise to me too.


Chapter 2:

Sweat drops glistened off the forehead of Asami's secretary, Kirishima, before he retrieved a handkerchief out of his stiffly pressed shirt pocket. Asami felt none of his usual amusement at making Kirishima stress out. He glanced at the mess on his once clean marble floor. The white tile becoming tinged with a sticky red substance.

If the bastard who decided on that stupid color was in range now, he'd be joining the bloody, bullet riddled corpse. Which had once been the private detective he had hired to keep track of Akihito….now show him the man who said that guy was reliable.

Asami took the last cigarette out of the cardboard carton, the expression he displayed as he crushed it in his hand and tossed it in to the gradually growing pile of them in the trashcan, was if it had made a personal insult to him. He lit it before Kirishima had time to offer him his lighter and swiftly converted over half of the cigarette into charred ash, in a single puff.

"Clean up this mess, and while you're at it go hire another detective. A competent one this time. Do I make myself clear?" He tersely commanded Kirishima. Who rapidly got his cell phone from his pocket, and basically ran from the room to execute the orders only to return moments later, along with Souh. Kirishima appeared calmer and able to report that the orders had been completed.

Souh had been in charge of the search for Akihito since he disappeared over a month and a half ago. Between the frustration of the little success he was achieving and the growing fury of his boss, his normally spotless appearance was becoming more disheveled by the passing day.

As it was, Asami's displeasure at Akihito's vanishing, was causing a tense atmosphere throughout all levels of the organization. Asami of course knew this, but he didn't care enough about these minor emotional problems.

Damn it Akihito where did you go. Where? Why? Well, whatever the reason, you'd best be prepared when I find you Akihito…. Oh you won't forget this lesson about leaving so soon. A dark smirk spread on his lips just thinking about those 'lessons' he was formulating.

Simultaneously, Kirishima and Souh shivered. Asami smiling usually never boded well. A subordinate under Souh just happened to choose this moment for his ill timed burst into the room yelling "Kyoto, Takaba-kun is in Kyoto!"


A few hours after that news was announced the person in question was sitting on the steps in the back alleyway behind Rukia's company. He watched the pedestrians and cars come and go undisrupted with a detached gaze. His eyes looked at the present and his body was in it, but his mind was a month and a half ago, when he awoke with a blank slate for a brain.

"Oh. Shit."

Then the woman began laughing softly that each second turned shriller and faster, talk about a crazy person's laugh. The laugh soon trickled down to a stop; her blue eyes stared directly into his. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and roughly shook him almost screaming.

"Akihito you had better stop lying to me! My heart is too old to take this kind of joke! Tell me you know who I am!" she saw the honest confusion in his gaze as he muttered " I don't know, I'm sorry I don't know", and she said, in a tone that made him think that she was talking to herself. "He really doesn't remember. Oh my god he's not joking."

His brow puckered, he had the feeling he knew her but nothing was coming together in his mind. The feeling of sheer nothingness…not like the moment of forgetfulness you get while taking a test and you know you know the answer yet can't remember. No this could be more closely linked with the idea that he had never known anything at all. Like his mind was nothing but a chalkboard, able to convey anything written but unable to retrieve anything that had be erased. And in his case everything had been erased possibly never to return.

Feelings he couldn't put a name to attacked his heart and mind, it felt like a wrecking ball made up of desolation, hopelessness, and emanating destruction,( he didn't even know how the hell he knew those words). His sanity cracked momentarily and in a split second of pure irrationality he grabbed the sleek black lamp and threw it. Hitting the bed post, the light bulb broke sending sparks everywhere one spark landed on the sheets of his bed. Rukia watched in frozen horror as Akihito merely stared in childlike wonder at the fire. Even going so far as to stretch his hand out to touch it, then quickly drawing it back as it burned him only to look at the burnt skin as his blood trickled from the injured area.

The break in his sanity remained, momentarily halted, but by no means permanently stopped or fixed. Who knows when it might tear again….increasing the level of riskiness.

…After that he recalled Rukia-san dragging him from the bed and making him wait in the lower level living room as she found the fire extinguisher and rushed to put out the fire. She must have though him a more than a little unhinged because she refused to let him hold a knife, even a little butter knife. She stood outside the bathroom door as he showered and took off two weeks off from work to try to get him accustomed to his surroundings. When she had to return to work she made him come with her, showing that her distrust in his mind was limitless.

Akihito felt like he should be freaking out in this situation, but instead he relaxed in her presence. It was similar to the comforting aura of the nearness of a mother, or so he assumed. She had explained their relationship along with everything she knew about him, and the way she was hovering over him like an overprotective bear did much to support her statement.

Both of them agreed that his parents and grandparents would be better off left unaware of the situation. So, on the whole he was perfectly content with his current position, but one thing was bothering him.

One of the memories that tipped toed around his recollection kept taunting him, day in and day out, awake and asleep the same golden eyes followed him everywhere. He supposed it was like the chalk residue that remained on the board, no matter how much you tried to erase it. It just wouldn't vanish.

Not that the gaze bothered him, it felt as natural as air to him. But in some strange way he had the feeling he was supposed to be avoiding it, along with an unexplainable anger mixed with a hint of disappointment.

It was irritating him to no end that these irrational emotions were appearing out of the woodwork, more so, however, that he had no idea what the reasons behind them were. I wonder who's eyes they are, and why was I mad at them? My lover maybe? Yeah right. Even in the private confines of his head that explanation seemed unfeasible.

Less than thirty feet away from where Akihito sat, Souh was talking on his cell to Asami.

"Yes, that's right, in the alley of ninth and thirteenth. Yes sir I will continue to monitor him until you arrive." Souh glared, from around the corner of the building, at the, on the whole, insignificant young man who obviously had his boss wrapped around his finger. Whether he himself realized it or not. Great an immature brat leading a man like Asami around by a string, just what the world needed.

The limo's breaks screamed with abuse as it was forced to come to a sudden halt outside of a seemingly abandoned alleyway behind a large modeling agency. Asami got out of the car and was joined by Kirishima and Souh as he made his way to Akihito.

Akihito seemed to be unaware of their approach, as he continued to lick a sucker; in an unintentional seductive manner (Asami assumed it was unintentional). Less than a foot away from his sweet runaway, the relief from finding him momentarily outweighed his anger at him for running away. Asami leaned over and mused his hair in a loving caress while saying "This is an interesting new hiding spot, Akihito. Did you miss me when you left?"

Akihito glanced up at him with a surprisingly calm expression and replied "How could I miss you? I don't even know your name."

Asami had wondered how Akihito would react when he came to pick him up, but denying to know him wasn't close to what he had been expecting. "Very funny Akihito," he said as he grabbed Akihito's wrist, pulling him up and began to drag him to the car, "but as you can tell I'm not laughing. So just stop pretending and come back to Tokyo without a struggle."

Even with that said Akihito fought to tear himself from Asami's steel cage like grip, as they drew nearer to the car he began to scream "RUKIA-SAN HELP ME I'M BEING KIDDNAPPED. HELP RUKIA-SAN. HHHHHHEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPP PPPPPP!"

Asami didn't even have time to question him about this 'Rukia-san' before an older woman burst from the door Akihito had been sitting in front of. Now, Asami considered himself a calm and hard to surprise man in unusual situations, released his grip on Akihito's wrist before he realized what he had done. Akihito ran to the woman and the both of them disappeared inside the building, all of this happened before the three men were able to register what had happened.

"I think I might need my eyes examined." They all muttered under their breath, for they had just seen an old lady pointing 22 magnum pistol at them. In Japan. Where guns were illegal. And it was pointed at Asami the most powerful crime boss in Asia. Unthinkable right?


A/N: I hope you could tell I'm fond of sarcasm. So, please tell me what you think

(these are just examples)

1. Its good, 2. Not so good, 3. I need to get a different hobby (one that doesn't involve writing perhaps)

Again sorry for my rambling writing style/derailed train of thought, and sorry for the shortness of this chapter.