Akihito felt untethered as drifted in and out of consciousness. His mind was filled with fevered dreams of whispered voices a woman and man in white peering down him and golden eyes. He didn't know how long he stayed in that state, but every moment he fought to get to the surface.

Warm light filtered over his face, warming his skin. Akihito stirred, and blinked. he opened his eyes to find himself ensconced in a very tastefully decorated room. 'Impossible, didn't they find me.' Akihito thought. This room was so far removed from the dark filthy basement that he had been occupying when he escaped.

Unless he had been sold like they threatened to do, to some old hag or pervert that wanted to be blessed with that perfect child. 'Shit! The freaking bastards what more did they want from him'. Akihito didn't want to think of how he was going to be used by whatever pervert came through that door.

He pushed the blankets off, sitting up gingerly and carefully removing that IV drip from his hand. He got up and made his way to the closet. Nothing. He was at least glad that whoever had him; had given him pajamas. Silk pajamas. Well that confirmed it. He was sure now that he was bought.

He walked silently to the door and pressed his ears against it, listening for any sound coming from behind it. Hearing nothing, he opened the door quietly. Seeing no sign of anyone, he silently slipped out of the room. He quickly made his way down the hallway pausing at the end to peer around the corner. Seeing no one he quickly tiptoed past the expensively furnished living room.

Heart pounding, he made his to the front door. Quickly he opened the series of deadbolts, he took the door knob in his hand. 'This is too easy, what if there are guards on the other side, or an alarm when he opened the door.' Akihito shook his head, now wasn't the time to second guess himself, he had to get away no matter what. Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob flung the door open and slammed into a solid wall.

Asami was shocked. Lying on his butt in front of his door was the mysterious boy. 'What are you doing?' Asami asked as he shut the door close behind him. The boy screamed, his face masked in terror. Before Asami could say anything more, the boy got up and sprinted to the kitchen only to return with a sharp knife.

'Look kid, I don't know what you've gotten mixed up in and I don't care. You know where the door is, just see yourself out.' Asami causally mentioned as he placed his briefcase on the table and took his jacket off. The look of confusion on the boy's face, told him his response was the best one. Asami knew that if he had tried to explain to the boy that he meant him no harm, the kid probably wouldn't listen. Leaving the kid gaping at him, he took off his tie and went into the living room and poured himself a drink.

'Why are you still here?' Asami brows rose questioningly as he drank his whiskey. Not surprised at all to see that the kid had followed him.

'Sorry, I thought you were going to hurt me. How did I get here?'

Asami placed his glass down. 'You fainted in front of my car, so I bought you home, where you have spent the last four days being looked after.'

Asami watched as the apprehension and fear on the boy's face was replaced by embarrassment.

'Thank you' Akihito, couldn't believe it. Something good had actually happened to him for once in his miserable life. Someone had actually helped him for no reason at all and not because of his gift.

'Well?'

'What?' Akihito asked puzzled as he stared at the golden eyed stranger.

'Aren't you leaving?' his savior smirked at him.

Akihito felt his face go red. Of course he would have to go. He was lucky that he had made it this far. He couldn't expect a complete stranger to open his home to him and protect him.

'Sorry, I'll leave now, thank you for helping me. If you could tell me where I am and just where I can find a shelter or a park, and if you could lend me some clothes and …

Asami chuckled, halting the boy's rambling speech. It was clear the kid wouldn't last long on the streets and would most likely end up in jail or worse. Before he came home, he hadn't decided what he was going to do with the kid.

He had to admit that there was something about the kid that tugged at his heartstrings. The fear and vulnerability that resided in the kid's eyes was enough for him to want to keep the kid around for a while.

'Can you cook?'

'Yes' Akihito answered hesitantly.

'Good, you can stay here. My secretary has been bugging me about my health. So you'll cook and clean, I'll pay you a salary. You can continue to live here as long as you like or until you have enough saved. I just have one condition.'

Akihito looked at the man hope warred with dread. 'What is it?'

Asami looked intently at the kid. He didn't want to scare the kid any more than was necessary, but he had to know what he was getting into. Since it was obvious that the kid was on the run.

'Stay out of my affairs. I don't know who or what your running from kid; trust me kid I'm way more dangerous. So if you ever think of betraying me just remember that.'