Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.

Warnings: Angst

Chapters: 2/

Pairings: Asami/Akihito, Asami/Harumi, Sado/Akihito

Summary: The one he loved returns with a surprise which leaves Asami to make a decision. Who does he want to be with, his past or his present?

Notes:

Chapter Two:

In front of the Takaba's, Akihito stared at the place he called home for so long. He walked up the few steps seeing his father picking up a newspaper. He father saw him and stopped doing everything. His father walked forward, pulling him into a hug. He returned the hug. He knew that his father figured it out already. He was lost and it still hurt. He couldn't forget the way Asami was looking at the woman. He wanted those eyes to look at him like that. He was pulled inside the warm house. He was tired and didn't want to answer any questions. He walked into the kitchen with his father. He dropped his bag by the table and sat down. His mother smiled at him but didn't say anything. He was grateful that his father didn't go into a lecture.

Mayuri spoke, "It is good to see you came to visit, honey."

Shijuka stared at his son and sighed, "So, why the visit?"

"I needed to get out of the city." Akihito lied, knowing his father didn't buy it. He just didn't want to think about Asami right now. He looked down at his food. He didn't eat since yesterday morning and right now he didn't want to eat. He wanted to run back to Asami and tell the yakuza that he loved him. He shook his head. He wasn't going to bow down. He wasn't going to stand there being used. He was better than that.

"Honey, your food will get cold if you keep staring at it." Mayuri spoke as she sat down. She could see something was wrong with her boy. He looked like his heart was broken.

Standing up, Akihito muttered, "I'm real tired right now. It was a long trip." He grabbed his bag and headed toward his old bedroom. He walked inside and leaned against the closed door. His thoughts were still on Asami. He couldn't forget the man.

'You belong to me.'

'You are mine.'

'Never forget who you belong to.'

He wanted those words gone. He wanted to be free like he used to be. He walked to his bed and flopped down on it. He closed his eyes, picturing Asami. He felt his eyes burn with tears. He couldn't stop them from falling. Was this what love meant? To feel pain when everything falls apart. He didn't want this feeling. He hated it. Why did he have to fall for the yakuza? Why couldn't everything be simple? He shouldn't have let his heart fall to Asami. He should have been fighting against that feeling with all his might. Somehow he fell hard for the man and he hated himself for it. Asami stood against everything he stood for. He chuckled, "Still I made sure to stay away from his affairs. He taught me well. To be his puppet and nothing more."

In a different city, Asami walked down the streets with Hiroki holding his hand and Harumi walking next to him. Kirishima and Suoh were following close by. Hiroki kept glancing back. He knew his son wanted to know information but Harumi kept telling him not to reveal anything. That was hard when his son was giving him looks. He stopped when Hiroki looked into a store window. He glanced over to see toys in there. He spoke for the first time since they went for a walk, "Would you like some toys?"

"Ryuu…" Harumi began to say.

"Could I dad?" Hiroki asked loudly. He pulled his dad into the store.

Asami watched amuse as Hiroki ran around the store looking at the toys. Harumi stepped in front of him and he asked, "What is it? I can't buy something for him."

Harumi whispered, "I do not like using blood money."

Asami sighed, "I run businesses too. I am wealthy and he is my son too. I will get whatever he desires." He walked past her and grabbed Hiroki hand. When golden eyes looked up at him, he spoke softly to his son, "Get whatever you want."

"But the cost…" Hiroki tried to say but shut his mouth.

"Doesn't matter. Get whatever you want. I'll get it for you." Asami retorted. Hiroki gave a huge smile and hugged him and ran to some toys. He felt Harumi behind him and sighed, "Stop arguing about silly matters."

Harumi asked, "What will you tell him about your guards?"

"The truth." Asami answered.

"You can't do that. Ryuu, please, don't do that." Harumi begged him as she turned the older man around. She sighed, "I really wish you were different. It would work between us if you were different."

Hiroki behind a shelve and heard what his parents were talking about. He saw his mother walk away from his father. He ran out and asked, "Why do you have guards, dad?"

Asami looked down to see those golden eyes staring at him, waiting for an answer. He thought about what Harumi said and then thought about what Akihito would have done. He knelt down in front of his son and told the truth, "I'm not a very good man, Hiroki. I'm a very dangerous man and these guards are here to protect me and of course your mother and you."

"Do you protect anyone else?" Hiroki asked as he stared at his dad.

Asami thought about that. Yes, there was someone else he swore to protect. Sadly, the boy always found a way to escape his guards. This time though, he left, making sure he would escape for good. He sighed, "Yes, there is someone else."

"Someone you love?" Hiroki asked. He knew his mother and father weren't together. His mother told him that they would never be together.

Asami froze. How did he answer that? He was confused about his own feelings. How could he love two different people at the same time? He spoke carefully, "Someone I care for."

Hiroki hugged his dad and whispered, "Don't be sad." He saw sadness in his dad's eyes and he didn't want him to be sad. He pulled his dad's arm when his dad stood up. He yelled, "I found what I want, dad!" He pulled him toward the toy he wanted.

Harumi leaned against the wall, sighing. So, it would seem Asami had someone else. She was ruining it for him. She glanced down to see Asami smiling at their son. She felt her heart clinch. She wanted him too but not the way he was.

Stopping in front of shelve that had toys on it, Asami asked, "What would you like?"

"This." Hiroki grabbed a toy camera. When his father's golden eyes widened, he explained, "I saw a camera at the penthouse but mom said I couldn't play with it."

Asami stared at the toy like a curse. He didn't think Akihito left anything at his penthouse. When did they start to leave things at each other's places? He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts of the photographer. When did he give up on what he wants? Sadly, he didn't know what he wanted anymore. With Harumi back with a son, his mind as been on them together. Yet, he thought about the photographer. It was a camera that brought Akihito into his world. He saw his son ready to put it back and he spoke, "If that is what you want, then get it. Maybe I'll get you a real one."

Kirishima watched as his boss walked down to the cashier with Hiroki following happily. There was no word about Akihito. His boss didn't order for them to find him but he had a feeling that is what his boss needed. He glanced to see Harumi standing there. He glared at her and walked to her. She looked at him with a kind smile and he spoke his mind, "You do not belong by his side. You hate that side of him and it will never work."

"And someone else belongs by his side? I do not see anyone wanting to be by his side with who he is. The dangers of his life makes people run far away." Harumi remarked back.

Kirishima stood and smirked. There was someone who would stand by Asami's side. He leaned forward and whispered right into Harumi's ear, "There is someone and I will not let that escape Asami-sama." He stepped away, knowing that he will hear something from his boss about what he said later. He went back to his position, waiting for his boss to leave and to follow him.

Hiroki ran to Kirishima and Suoh and pulled at their arms. When both men looked at him, he spoke, "You are meant to protect dad. So come on. He is taking me and mom out to eat. You have to be there to protect him." He didn't care if his dad was a bad man. All he wanted was his dad around. He ran toward his dad and took his hand, skipping a bit.

At the Takaba's, Akihito sat in front of a TV, reading a newspaper. He had no plans of living off his parents. He would find a job and forget about his dreams. He wasn't cut out to be a photographer. No, that wasn't the reason. He just didn't want to remember when there was a time his heart felt whole. He shook his head, trying to take those memories away. It wasn't working. Every second, he would picture Asami. Throwing the paper down, he stood up. His father went to a company to take photos while his mother went shopping. He walked to the door and grabbed his keys. He needed some fresh air. Maybe a walk will let him relax. It has been a while since he walked around this city. He always had to run when he was a photographer. He left the house, trying to shut out his past. Yes, it was his past. There was no way he was going to stand by Asami's side only to be used. Everything fell apart and now he had to pick up the pieces. He would never have the yakuza's heart and he needed to get over it. He turned the corner to see a small café looking for someone to work. He went inside like he used to when he was a teenager. He talked to the manager and got the job quickly. He would start to work tomorrow. He walked out and ran right into someone. He looked up surprised to see an old friend. He spoke, "Sado."

"Oh my god, Aki. Look at you. You grew up." Sado chuckled. He saw some sadness in Akihito's eyes and asked, "What brings you here?"

"Might be moving back here. I thought you moved." Akihito remarked, smiling even though he didn't feel up to it. Sado and him grew up together and they were wild when they were teenagers.

Sado threw his arm around Akihito's shoulder and spoke, "Came visit my parents. They have been lecturing me about not coming around so much. So, do tell me about your work. I heard you were a photographer now." He pulled Akihito back into the small café.

He sighed sadly as he sat down. Akihito was hoping that would not be mentioned. He ordered a small cake and a soda. He tapped his fingers against the table. It was a nervous habit. Sado looked almost the same. Sado kept his blonde hair long and his eyes remained the same dark brown. He glanced out the window and spoke, "I quit being a photographer."

"Why? What I heard, you were good at it." Sado asked surprised to hear that. When they were younger, that was all Akihito would talk about.

Akihito muttered, "I just don't feel up to it anymore." It was a horrible lie and he was sure Sado knew it was a lie. He didn't feel revealing everything to everyone in the city. Sado would never tell people but he didn't want anyone else to know about what happened.

Sado placed his hand on top of Akihito and asked, "Did you have a bad break up with some girl?"

Akihito chuckled. It was a bad break up but not with a girl. He stared out the window to see people walking on the side walks. He sighed, "Bad relationship with a guy."

"Well, no surprised that you like men." Sado remarked like it didn't matter. Akihito turned his head quickly and stared at him. He explained, "Every girl who hit on you, you would toss them into someone else's direction. So I figured it out long time ago. Nothing to be ashamed about."

"You sound like you know the feeling." Akihito remarked as he stared into brown eyes.

Sado smiled sadly and replied, "I have been in love with a guy for a long time but he would never look my way."

"You shouldn't give up like that Sado. You aren't the type to give up." Akihito commented.

"Neither are you, Aki." Sado retorted as he stared at the man. He watched as Akihito glanced out the window. He made a remark, "This guy really messed you up. You aren't showing your true self now."

"It isn't easy to forget. I knew it was bad to fall for him and I tried for so long to keep those feelings at bay. Sadly, it didn't work that way. Then to find out his heart belongs to someone else, it hurts. It hurts so much, Sado." Akihito whispered, afraid to speak any louder.

"I know the feeling. I have known that feeling for a long time." Sado retorted as he squeezed Akihito's hand. When hazel eyes looked at him, he mumbled, "Seeing you look everywhere else but at me hurt."

Akihito's eyes widen when he heard those words. He didn't know what to say. He looked down at their hands and muttered, "I'm sorry I hurt you, Sado."

Sado waved his hand and spoke, "Don't worry about it. You didn't know." Akihito smiled at him but it was sad. He continued with his words, "Let go out tonight." When he noticed Akihito's face, he laughed, "As friends. I'm not stupid enough to try something when you are still recovering from the break up." He stood up, throwing some money on the table as he said, "Pick you up at seven. I take the guess you are staying at your parents. See you then Aki." He left the boy who stole his heart alone.

Akihito stared at his cake as his heart was racing. Sado and him could get into trouble. They always were like that. He shook his head and stood up. He decided to take his walk and wait to see what happens. It wasn't like he was in a relationship. He never was even though him and Asami had sex. It was just sex to Asami, nothing more. Maybe he needed to move on with someone else to forget about the yakuza.

In a different city, Asami rubbed his temples. Couldn't people control themselves? He was called away from the dinner to deal with some rats trying to move products into his turf. He walked into the warehouse, staring at the man trying to move into his territory. He threw a punch at the man quickly, making blood go on his suit jacket. He pulled out his gun and sighed, "You caught me in a bad mood."

"Missing your toy boy. Heard he ran from you." The man taunted. He knew he was going to die but he wanted to taunt the yakuza first. "He couldn't run fast enough away from you. Maybe he has found someone better." The man teased.

Asami glared at the man and fired his gun, killing the man who dared step foot in his territory. He pocketed his gun and turned around, walking away from the body. He hated the fact that Akihito left. For some reason, it hurt. He walked to the limo to see Kirishima and Suoh giving worried looks at him. He ignored them and slid into the limo. He lit up a cigarette and thought about what has been happening. He never thought anyone else would leave him. He left his lovers, not the other way around. He closed his eyes and ordered, "Find Takaba." He had to find Akihito. Shouldn't he forget the photographer and start a life with Harumi? He didn't know what he wanted and it drove him nuts.

An hour later, at the penthouse, Harumi put Hiroki to bed. She moved to the living room. She couldn't stand waiting for the man to come home. That was the reason why she left. She would worry herself to death for his safety. There might be a night that he wouldn't return home. She stood up and went into the kitchen. She didn't know anything about the man. She knew he had lovers after her. She cleaned up the dishes as she thought about what Kirishima said. She could tell the guards didn't like her. She really couldn't blame them. They were loyal to Asami and she left the man. The door opened and she quickly put down the plate and went to the hallway. She looked over Asami to see some blood on his jacket. She sighed, "You should really leave the underworld before you die by it."

Asami stared at her and took off his jacket. He would need to burn it. Suoh was behind him and he tossed the jacket to his guard. He went by Harumi and took some reports he had on the table, also handing them to Suoh. He ordered, "Any other mess, deal with it."

Suoh replied, "Yes, Asami-sama." He left the penthouse with his orders. So far the men couldn't find Akihito at all. Well he had an idea where the boy was. The only problem would get the photographer back. He saw the look on Akihito's face when he left Asami's office and it didn't look good. He glanced to Kirishima and nodded his head. He knew that Kirishima said something to Harumi and he knew their boss was going to find out. He wished his friend some luck. He left Kirishima alone to carry out his orders.

Asami went into the kitchen with Harumi following him. Tonight was not a night he wanted to discuss this. He explained his reasons. He could never leave the underworld unless he died. That was the only way to escape and he had no plans of dying yet. He pulled out some food and started to heat it up.

Harumi stared at the yakuza's back and spoke what was on her mind, "Kirishima said some interesting things. I never thought anyone would stand by your side. She must have not known who you really are." She wanted Asami out of the world he lives in. She wanted a sweet caring man back.

Slamming his plate down, Asami growled, "As for knowing, he knew who I was when we met." He didn't want to go into details about his relationship with Akihito. He still didn't know what to do about anything. Here, he had a chance to have a family that he could never gain from Akihito. But Akihito brought something in him that not even Harumi did. He walked away from his food to the balcony and felt the cold breeze against him.

Harumi walked after the yakuza and saw him lean against the railing. She spoke, "He?" She got no response. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around Asami's body. She leaned her head against his back and mumbled, "He can never bring you a family. He can never be made for your side."

Asami stared out at the city, thinking. It felt nice to feel Harumi against him again.

'You damn fucking pervert!'

'Oh hell no! I'm not putting that on!'

'No!'

'Not again!'

'We did it five times already!'

'I can barely walk now!'

But his thoughts were on someone else. He pulled away from the embrace. Harumi looked at him and he spoke, "I can never change, Harumi. This is who I am. He understands that. It would look like you don't." He walked back inside, leaving her alone. He went to his bedroom and took off his clothes. It would be a long night. He was used to having Akihito laid beside him. He lay down and sighed.

At the Takaba's, Akihito quickly answered the door and Sado laughed. He punched the man in the arm and mumbled, "Shut up, Sado. If my parents knew we were going out, they would be worrying."

"Yeah, we tend to get into trouble." Sado chuckled and he left with Akihito beside him.

Akihito walked down the street with Sado and asked without looking over, "When did you know that you had feelings for me?"

Sado answered, "When we were seventeen. It was also the same time I knew you were into guys."

"Why didn't you try?" Akihito questioned as he turned the corner. He knew where they were heading to. They were going to the local bar.

'Mine.'

Akihito shook his head. He swore not to think about Asami tonight. He was going to have fun with Sado and forget about the horrible relationship he was in.

"You are thinking about that guy." Sado remarked. Akihito turned his head and he pulled Akihito into an embrace. When he saw Akihito's face blush, he leaned down and whispered, "I know I should be the gentlemen and not try anything but you make me go crazy." He leaned down more and touched Akihito's lips with his own.