AN: More Twisted Aki, because I'm a sick person :)

Seeing him a second time had been a stroke of luck, but inevitable if you considered how affluent Asami Ryuichi was. A month after the incident, as Aki had mentally labeled it before proceeding to shove it into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, he had turned on his TV to provide some comforting background noise while he cooked. In the middle of frying a fish, he heard it. That voice. It was just as deep and seductive as he remembered, but devoid of the killing spirit from last time. And it was emanating right from the television. Without thinking about it, his muscles twitching instinctively, he dropped his pan which hit the floor with a clatter, and ran for the TV.

And there he was. The man from last time, all golden eyed and radiant. He was dressed once again impeccably in a three piece suit, almost identical to how he had looked that night. Aki breathed in, hardly daring to believe his luck. It seemed a stroke of fate, that he could see the man once more. Boldly emblazoned across the bottom of the screen were the words, "Sion Corporation, expanding once again?"

Rapid knocks drew him out of his daze. He stumbled towards the door, opening it to reveal his elderly neighbor Tanaka-san. The old lady looked at him with worried eyes, still in her indoor slippers. "Akihito-kun, I heard a terrible banging noise and some thumps, are you alright?!"

With a start, he looked down at his right arm which had been holding the pan. Angry red burns bloomed over it as the hot oil gleamed slickly on his fair skin. Already he could see the angry blisters, filled with rapidly pooling pus. He must've splashed himself when he dropped the pan. Shit, how had he not noticed this? Hurriedly, he tucked his arm behind his body, careful not to touch anything with it as it throbbed in pain. "No, nothing, I just dropped something, that's all."

Worried eyes scanned over him before she nodded in hesitant acceptance. Peeking around his shoulder, she spied the TV, still broadcasting the press conference. "Oh, were you watching the news? Yes, that Asami Ryuichi's quite the successful businessman, isn't he?"

"Asami Ryuichi?" He cocked his head in confusion. Don't wince, don't wince or she'll realize something's wrong.

"Yes, that man." She gestured vaguely to the man currently talking. "Don't you know? He's the head of Sion, stunningly handsome young man if I may say so myself." She gave a playful smile. "Well this old hag will let you be now, do be more careful in the future."

Aki gave a dutiful nod and smile before closing the door. Slumping down, he cradled his arm, hungry eyes fixated on the television. Asami Ryuichi. What a perfect name. Indeed, the man had been like a vengeful dragon that night, mercilessly eviscerating his prey.

I want to know more.

It started off as a simple crush. He would just search Asami Ryuichi up, and just read his biographies, the lists of accomplishments, and stare at the wonderful, wonderful pictures of the man. It was almost unfair, for a person so brilliant to also look like he had been sculpted by God himself. But pictures never gave him that same delirious high he got last time. They didn't make his mind whirl in bloodstained pleasure. And that's when he realized that it wasn't the man that turned him on, not really, though he was one fine specimen.

It was the fear. The same delicious fear that had crossed the man's face moments before he died. The awful realization that it was over, and that there was no escape.

And he also realized that Asami Ryuichi was possibly the only one who could understand him. The man who also lived by day as someone ordinary, hiding away all his deep dark secrets, who could kill like that and smile. And who had fooled everyone.

So when he saw a golden opportunity, he seized it. One of his friends worked as a caterer, and they were apparently understaffed for the night of a huge charity event after the flu had swept through and decimated their number of able waiters. Aki had offered to fill in, saying that he needed some spare cash anyways. It had been as easy as that.

Now he weaved through crowds of chattering people, standing in their ridiculously expensive clothes while they pretended to care about the poorer masses. Occasionally a lady or gentleman would wave him over and pluck a glass of champagne off his precariously balanced tray, but other than that he might as well have been invisible. Well, no matter, that was perfect for tonight. He scanned his eyes over the crowd. Surely the man would stand out. And he did. He finally spotted Asami Ryuichi, politely conversing with a man and woman. The man oozed elegance, wearing wealth like a second skin.

Aki felt his breath catch, a deep flush spreading over his cheeks. His heart thumped like crazy and he quickly averted his eyes, walking over to proffer another group of people some champagne. It couldn't be helped; the man was just so handsome. In his mind's eye, he recalled the image of that alleyway, and that polished gentleman standing over a corpse he had carved up like a pig. Slowly, a smile crept onto his lips as he gently held the treasured memory. A secret between just the two of them.

He turned back around to maybe walk up and offer him a glass, surely the man wouldn't even notice him, nobody else did. However as soon as he looked back at the group, he stiffened, feeling all the blood slowly drain from his face. An elegant woman had appeared beside Asami. Her blond locks gleamed under the warm golden lights, and her skin was snowy pale. A foreigner, perhaps? As he looked on, she laughed, painted crimson lips parting perfectly, a manicured hand placed on Asami's arm, a clear sign of possession.

He pressed his lips together, taking a right instead, pushing down the bubble of boiling jealousy in his chest. No matter, there was no way the woman knew. She didn't think of her date as anything more than a successful businessman, charming and suave. Only he knew the true face of Asami Ryuichi. Only he could accept all of Asami.

The man just didn't know it yet.

Over the next few months, Akihito worked several events, each one with a roughly 40% chance of Asami showing up. And every time he did show up, it was with a different woman on his arm. They came in all types, elegant French girls, lovely Japanese ladies, even an exotic Brazilian beauty one time. But each time it was the same song and dance. He would gaze at them with affection painted on his face like an elegant mask. They would laugh at his comments, compliment him endlessly, and he would play the perfect date.

Surely he must know, Aki wondered, that none of these girls would understand him. They would never be able to walk alongside him in his world. They weren't worthy of him, with their vacuous eyes and empty giggles. How did he even take it, having to suppress himself all the time?

Yes, Asami would surely love Akihito, who understood him the best of all, and who would support him wholeheartedly. It would be perfect, the relationship that had been missing from both of their lives.

First, however, there were some annoyances that had to be taken care of.

"Eh, an anatomy book? I didn't know you were into this sort of stuff, Aki." Kou remarked, flipping through the colored pages of the thick book and shuddering dramatically. "I can't take anatomy, gives me the chills."

"Yeah," Aki agreed, smiling innocently, "But isn't it so interesting?"

"I guess, if you like it, go for it." Kou shrugged. "By the way, you got that nasty burn checked out didn't you? I still have no clue how you managed to splash oil that badly."

"Yep." Aki chirped. "I guess I'm just a klutz."