After the attack, Takaba's mansion was completely destroyed. Asami placed the family under strict watch in one of his mansion in Tokyo while injured Akihito is in the hospital. Akihito had been admitted to the hospital for nearly a week. Asami himself had been the one who sent the boy to the ER.

Meanwhile, all the Takabas are lamenting quietly with burdened guilt towards young Akihito. Takaba Dai couldn't believe that Asami would be willing to make such an offer. He sensed it when he noted how peculiar Asami's gaze on Akihito during that time but, he didn't expect things are going to turn out like this. His beloved grandson, Akihito, had become the exchange for the entire family's lives. He kept his wrenched heart and disappointment to himself. He'd failed to protect his grandson. Everyone is more worried about Hanami, knowing how she suffered to have to give up on the child that she has left and couldn't do anything since it was the only way.

Not even Takaba Dai would be able to accept how his daughter responded to the situation. To everyone's surprise, she didn't show any sadness, instead, she did her best to smile.

"I'm sure Akihito would be glad to know that he saved his entire family. Don't cry. He will be sad if he see us like this."

Hanami had said that when she saw how big her family's sorrow.

Asami had offered to her a way to escape death for her family. He will let everyone go if she agrees to give Akihito to him. She'd rather let him kill her but, remembering the fate of the family had her agree to Asami's offer.

"Mother, don't fret. It will make you to grow old faster." Akihito tried to cheer his mother up.

It's been two months since Akihito left the hospital. Both his legs are fine, only that now scars marred them. His mother explained everything to him when he came back. Hanami cried while she told him, that was the first time she cried since the incident. She couldn't bear that she gave him away. But, Akihito wasn't mad exactly like what she expected her son will react. He smiled sincerely as he accepted his sealed fate. He kept his agony to himself. He can do nothing but bite the bullet.

"I'm sorry, Akihito." Hanami whispered painfully.

"No, mother. There's no need for you to apologize."

"I couldn't protect you. I-I'm…if your father is still-" She trailed off and her eyes started to water.

In a blink Akihito had his arms around his mother, embracing her maybe for the last time. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. Too much tears he already shed secretly until he couldn't cry anymore.

"I'll be fine-"Akihito sensed a lump in his throat and he grunted a bit "But, mother don't you think I'm too good-looking if that jerk wanted me? Oh my, my charm-"

Pak! Hanami smacked Akihito's back.

"Ow! Mother, what's that for?"

"Akihito, you're still same as ever." Hanami shook her head at her son's silly attempt to change the topic.

"Heh, I'm your son, after all. "

Soon after that, Asami and a line of imported cars came to fetch Akihito. Akihito didn't want to go yet, he had no choice but follow Asami. His eyes stung with heat, threatening his tears to stream down looking at his family who are reluctantly sending him off at the door.

"Take care of yourself, Akihito. I know it's hard. But-"Kairi, one of his cousins spoke "I'm sorry." He dropped his head down in shame. The last sentence came bitterly, containing terrible guilt.

"I'll be fine. Kairi, look after my mother for me, will you?"

Kairi nodded woodenly with his face still down. Hanami and Takaba Dai weren't there. They couldn't bear to see him off to only God knows what kind of life he will have. Hanami holed herself in her room, crying out her torn heart.

Asami watched the scene behind Akihito, holding the car's door for him. He might not have known Akihito for a long time like his relatives is but he can clearly see how sad he is. He noticed how white the boy's knuckles are from balling them so hardly.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Akihito turned his back to his family swiftly to avoid from leaking the tears that he'd been holding and climbed into the car through the door that Asami's held.

Mother, I love you. I love you, everyone. For the last time, he glanced at them.

The parade of black expensive cars started after Asami got into the limo, off to his new home, parade to his hell.

"How are your legs?" Asami broke the absolute silence in the black limo.

His question yanked the boy who seemed to be deep in thought-and clearly avoiding him as much as possible-next to him.

"Huh? Um- fine."

Akihito stuttered by the sudden question, forgotten who is next to him. Without realizing it, he had turned his head to Asami and their eyes met for the first time. Akihito had been extremely careful to not look at Asami for he won't be able to stop himself from glaring him. The man that he sees right now probably is the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life. He's not a gay, he is sure of it. But, somehow this too-perfect looking guy with him makes his mind doubt that statement. The way Asami looked at him dragged him lost for a brief moment before he reluctantly threw his gaze off to the scenery outside the car to wake himself up.

Hazel eyes, huh, Asami's lips curved upwards a bit at the corner.

Akihito never looked at him directly so he didn't get to see the glistening hazel orbs. The way they widened slightly at him made his desires rocketed together with an unknown feeling that he'd never experienced but he knows exist. That shadowed feeling that hide in the deepest part of his heart came to him at the first sight he had of Akihito. It left him restless during their separation. Asami's self-control was tested to its limit for the two months of waiting for Akihito to fully recover. He wanted to see the boy after he regained consciousness but his hands were full.

He had to get rid a list of people who had caused him troubles in the past and might repeat it again the future. He has to secure his position if he wants to keep Akihito with him safely. Starting now, Akihito will be under the spotlight. His enemies surely will look out for the chance to lay their hands on him. Only by that thought alone had him so tense.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at their destination. Akihito found himself standing in front of luxury apartment building that only people who has too much money to spend live in. The whole building painted in pristine white and large window glasses are part of the structure. If this place is not his personal hell, he would have said that he liked this place.

"Let's go." Asami ushered him into the building.

The interior is just as spectacular likewise its exterior. The receptionist bowed politely as she saw them walking towards the elevator. Oddly, none of the Yakuza's bodyguards came along with them. Akihito's heartbeat raced as he tagged along Asami into the elevator. Being alone with the older man in a confined space triggered insecurity and a great deal of unknown feelings flooded him.

Why do I have all these weird feelings? Dammit, He cursed.

For the first time in his life, he thinks elevator is slow and snail would have outrun it. He wanted nothing but out. The second the lift dinged and the door opened, he almost made a run for it, unfortunate for him, Asami was in the way.

The hallway was so quiet,-if a needle fell to the floor, they surely will be able to pick up the sound it made- only their footsteps can be heard. It's almost like no one lives here except Asami. That random guess tripled Akihito's insecurity. Quickly, he shook his head to shove that unpleasant thought away. Suddenly, Asami's footsteps vanished; he has stopped in front one of the doors along the hallway. Akihito's mind had wandered too far for him to realize that Asami is already opening the door for him.

"Welcome to your new home."

Before he knew it, he'd gritted his teeth at the sentence.

"Welcome to your prison, you mean?" Akihito shot a hateful glare to the pair of golden eyes. Anyhow, he dragged his feet into the house. The fire in his hazel eyes however, had the opposite effect of what he expected. Asami's lips crooked to flash his smirk.

Well, well, this is exciting. He liked what he sees in the boy.

"Sit down." Asami ordered as he closes the door.

"Don't order me around." Akihito said defiantly.

Asami paid no heed to him and sat down on the couch. He took out a packet of Dunhill from his pocket and lit one. Akihito couldn't believe Asami totally ignored him. He'd never felt such a strong urge to throw his fist on someone's face before but that is what he wanted to do now. Asami saw how pissed off his new possession is; it amused him.

"You'll be living here, from now on. I guess you already can figure that out. You're-"

Asami paused as he saw Akihito rolled his eyes. That set off something within him.

So unwise of you,Akihito.

Asami's smirk appeared again. But, this time it was darker and full of meaning behind it. He took his cigarette from his lips and placed it into the ashtray. He rose up from his seat and started to march towards Akihito in slow pace, without cutting the eye contact. Akihito could sense something bad is about to happen to him when he saw Asami's smirk. Somehow, his stomach feels sick looking at how deep Asami's eyes bore into his. Instinctively, he backed off a step upon Asami's advance.

"W-what are you doing?" He stammered, much to his own surprise.

Asami is only a few steps away from his prey. Watching his prey's face in terror always give him pleasure. He loosened his tie just as unhurried as his steps. That gesture managed to intensify the blond's fear.

"Stay away from me."

The gap between them reduced, Akihito couldn't step back any further as his back is already hitting the wall. He pushed out every bit of energy that he has to escape the disadvantageous position but, something caught his wrist and tugged him down to the floor.

"Hey! Let me go." Both of his hands are now fettered by Asami's hand above his head.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" Asami whispered on the boy's ear, blowing warm breath.

"Get off me!"

"I'll teach you, Akihito. So you'll know to whom you belong to."

"W-What?" Akihito wriggled hard to free himself but to no avail. Asami is just too strong for him.

One by one of the buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing his upper body. Asami's head dipped to his chest, lust clearly being displayed on his face. He fought even harder when he feels Asami's tongue on one of his nipples while Asami's other hand continued to go south.

"No! Stop it!" Akihito's scream fell on deaf ears.

*I'M SO SORRY EVERYONE. MATURE SCENE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. I HAVE TO CUT IT HERE. I'M TRULY EMBARRASSED.

It was dusk when Asami finally satisfied and let the boy go. He wasn't gentle or too hard on him. Still, the traces of his deeds are visible on both Akihito and the floor. He'd make sure that their moment just now will be permanently etched on Akihito's memory. Now Akihito will remember that he belongs to no one but him. Akihito lied half-asleep on the floor. Dried tears covered his face, not to mention the lower part of his body which is throbbing in pain. He wanted to get up but he couldn't find any strength. Noticing his lover is too weak to get up; Asami scooped him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom.

"You're mine, Akihito." He said in a possessive yet, impossibly soft tone.

"Go to hell." Akihito murmured before the darkness claimed him.

Meanwhile...

"Things are getting more interesting." Mikhail Arbatov laughed in disbelief.

The Russian mafia had watched all Asami's movement for the past six months, trying to detect chips in Asami's armor that he can use to destroy the Japanese top Yakuza. However, he didn't find anything since Asami was so good at covering everything until he heard that Takaba family was almost annihilated. The spy that he placed inside Asami's organization reported that Asami changed his mind over a boy, Takaba Dai's grandson. At first, he suspected nothing but later he was informe of Asami's different attitude towards the boy's well-being when he was in the hospital. The boy isn't a mere hostage or toy to Asami. He values more than that. On top of it, the boy's face was totally similar to someone he knows.

"What should we do next, Mikhail?" Mikhail's right man, Yuri asked.

"We'll wait and see. If it's true that Takaba Akihito is his lover then, we're having an advantage here."

"How about Jin? I'm worried he'll be confused and try to dig out the truth."

"Jin…Where is he now?"

"He's on plane from China, and maybe has landed by now."

"Good. Keep him under watch and don't let him go out of this villa after he arrives. We have to keep him in the dark for now."

Silently, Yuri nodded and went out of the room.

Mikhail opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a blue folder that looked a bit worn. He proceeded to open it and studied a picture in it-the picture of Jin, his killing machine that he trained since he was a child. His effort wasn't a waste as Jin brought him more power and influence. He wouldn't be able to afford the price if he loses his young assassin. He knows absolutely nothing about the child that he picked from the street in Japan sixteen years ago, except the obvious that he is Japanese-not that he cared-and now, he knows that Jin has a look-alike. He focused on the picture again. There he sees the face of two people. A twin.

Hello, everyone. I'm back with the second chapter of this story. I feel so relieved to get good responses and advises. Thank you so much! I know I'm not good enough-especially my grammar- but I'll work hard to be better. Please enjoy the story.