By the time Akihito and the others had gotten back to the house they had filled in Chikako on what was going on and who Asami really was. She did not seem to have any emotions on the subject but she did seem slightly upset that she would be leaving not only the only home she had ever known but also leaving behind the only friends she had ever made. She stated these things with an emotionless voice that had Akihito crying within seconds. He cuddled the five year old while balling his eyes out. Chikako whispered soothing words and patted Akihito's blonde hair gently. The reversal of roles was a common thing between the two but Akihito never liked to admit that he cried more than his five year old daughter did.

His tears dried up quickly when Asami said in an emotionless voice that seemed to mirror his daughters, "We leave in thirty minutes, if you are ready or not." Akihito wiped his eyes without a glance at the older man and addressed his daughter, "Sweety, do you want to play a game?" The room was silent and the silence seemed to ask Akihito if he had gone mad in the five years that he had been away from Asami.

Akihito ignored the silence and looked deep into his daughter's golden eyes, seeing her agreement in joining in his insanity. "Very well," Akihito said in a cheerful voice, "The rules are simple. You are to find three things you would need in Tokyo. However these things must be able to be brought on a plane. You have five minutes, go." The black haired girl took off like a bullet into her bedroom. Akihito stood up to his full height and walked into his own room.

He pulled a suitcase from under his bed and slowly emptied his dresser drawers into it with little thought. Looking back now, his fears and worries seemed almost pointless. Asami seemed to love Chikaco and he even demanded for both of them to move back in to the penthouse with him. He threw a pair of boxer in haphhazardly when he realized that Asami could be only taking them back to hurt them both. With a small shake of the head Akihito remembered that it was not his style to do that. If he wanted someone tortured and killed he would just have someone go to their house and kill them in cold blood. There would be no sense in dragging them back to Toyko only to kill them once they arrived. Just as the thought crossed his mind hands snaked their way around his narrow hips.

Jumping in suprise, Akihito snapped the suitcase shut and turned to face his captor. Asami stood there with his signature smirk on his face. Annoyance flooded the younger man as he looked at his long lost lover as he stood before him clad in his expensive Italian suit. Wanting to finally have the upper hand with Asami for once, Akihito leaned into his embrace and kissed him deeply. Over the last couple years as he watched his daughter grow and become more and more like her father he felt a black hole grow slowly in his heart where Asami had taken residence for so long. Akihito had never been intimate with anyone else since him and now his passion flood his mind.

Asami froze for only a second at his lovers sudden move, however within a second he pulled Akihito closer and deepened the kiss. Neither of them protested the act of the reunion any further. Emotions were conveyed through the kiss that Akihito knew would never be voiced further. By the time they pulled apart Akihito knew without a doubt that Asami loved him, in his own twisted, perverted, yakuza way, Asami loved Akihito. The boy's eyes seemed to glimmer as the two stared into each other's eyes. No more words were exchanged as Akihito grabbed his suitcase and closed it without ceremony. Asami kept his hold on Akihito's waist with one hand and picked up the cheep suitcase with the other. The suitcase and all the clothes in it were being desposed of the moment they landed in Tokyo. He would buy Akihito a new wardrobe that did not have a green radioactive glow to it. As the two reunited lovers walked back into the living room they noticed that all the other guards had magically disappeared, leaving only Kirishima and Suoh. For some odd reason Akihito's parents had left the house as well.

Asami pulled Akihito over to where his two most trusted men stood. Both of them nodded to Asami as though the man had asked them a silent question that Akihito had missed. The photographer turned to stare into golden eyes that he knew so well, "Akihito," Asami said in his deep, baritone voice, "Where is Chikako?" Akihito blinked twice before a broad grin split his face. Mischief flashed in his eyes before he held up three fingers. He slowly counted down silently and pointed at the door way the five year old had disappeared into ominously. The second he pointed at the door a figure walked out of it regally.

Chi strutted into the living room holding a black, worn backpack. The only changes noticeable to the girl's attire was a cheep black jacket that laid over a plain red T-shirt that fit with her worn blue jeans. The girl's smirk that looked so much like her father spread across her face as she approached Akihito. Asami looked at his young daughter, really looked at her. She walked with purpose that seemed to ooze a confidence beyond her years. Her black hair that brought out the color in her skin. Her eyes were the exact golden color that always stared back at Asami in the mirror. However the eyes that the five year old girl had shinned with mischief that looked like the reflection of his lover. Asami could see that Chi was going to be the perfect heir to his company and the perfect daughter to keep up with him and Akihito.

She walked up to her mother and held out the bag, "Three items in 4 minutes and 45 seconds." Her sweet, high voice was filled with pride. Akihito opened the bag slowly and pulled out an old laptop, "Good choice, Chi. This should help keep you busy for a while." Her smirk grew slightly at the praise her mother gave her. Akihito replaced the laptop and pulled out an object that Asami knew quite well. It was Akihito's old camera that he had the night that Asami and his men had chased him out on that roof. The years had apparently been good to the camera as it only looked as though it had a few more scratches. Akihito gently pulled the strap on the camera open and placed it gently around his daughter's neck, "Thank's kid. I would've be sad if that had stayed behind on that lonely shelf in your room." She nodded softly and touched the camera gently, as though solidifying that it would remain there, safely around her neck. Akihito reached into the bag one last time and pulled out the last object. Red and black flashed into Asami's vision as Akihito said, "I knew you would pick him. You never could sleep without him." Chikako shrugged her shoulders quickly, "I merely like his silent company." The black and red teddy bear in Akihito's hands was grasped by Chikako's little hands and brought to her chest gently. Her eyes showed a sudden softness that made Asami remember that she was only a five year old child.

Asami almost could not pull his eyes from his lover and his newly found daughter when Kirishima gained his attention with a discrete gesture, "Sir, our plane leaves in an hour. We should leave now if we wish to get there on time."

The yakuza needed not nod to show that he had heard his secretary's words. He stepped up to where his family was tugging on the ruggid bear as though it were a rope and said in a decisive voice, "We must leave now." Akihito froze as though he had completely forgotten that Asami was there and witnessing what he and his, no, their daughter was doing. Asami picked up Akihito's bag from the floor and handed it to Suoh as Chikako put the stuffed animal into her bag. Asami and his men walked out to the limo and Suoh quickly put the suitcase away.

Turning on his heel, Asami saw Akihito holding Chikako in his arms, with his hip cocked to allow for both of their comfort. Both of them were looking at the house for a moment before the boy turned to look at Asami. The stupid yakuza stood in the sun with the black limo behind him that matched the darkness of his suit and of the world that he knew he was about to bring his daughter into. Hazel eyes turned to bright little girl he held in his arms. She looked so innocent and for five years he had wanted to shelter her from all the evil that the world held for her but he knew the moment they left with Asami she would be targeted and infected with the darkness that was the world that all Asami's belong in. The golden eyes that held his gaze were eyes he had stared at the day she was born. When he had held her in his arms he felt as though she had the strength to hold the world on her shoulders but he wanted to protect her from that burden. When she was younger he trained her in self protection and fire arms because of his fear for his baby's safety. The mere thought of the small girl that seemed so small in his arms being hurt brought tears to his eyes. He prayed to whatever was listening that he and Asami could protect Chi. A huge smile split the girl's face and Akihito's doubts seemed to dissolve, all would be fine so long as the three of them were together. Akihito turned once again to look at Asami and saw him watching them silently. The younger man knew that Asami would do all in his power to protect them.

Akihito walked down the drive of his childhood home for what felt like the last time. Asami had arranged for all of their things to be shipped separately so that they would have no reason to leave Tokyo ever again. The door to the vehicle opened for Akihito and he swiftly sat down. He was so used to getting on crowded buses and through crowded streets with the girl on his hip that getting into the spacious limo was simple to get into with Chi. The five year old jumped to the other bench seat and simply sat down.

The door shut behind Asami as he got in and they were off. The trip to the airport was a silent affair. Chi did not move from her perch the whole ride and Akihito just looked out the window at the town he had called home for most of his life. He did not remember much of the ride to the airport, hell, he did not remember much of the flight to Tokyo. It seemed as though he suddenly appeared in front of the door to Asami's penthouse. The heavy door was opened and Akihito let out a loud gasp.

It seemed as though nothing had changed, everything was in its respective place with the expensive couch, TV, coffee table and many whiskey bottles at the home bar Asami had tucked in the corner. Akihito took off his shoes in the entry and stepped once again on wood flooring that seemed to gently hug the soles of his feet. The damn rich bastard had soft wood for floors, since when was there any softness to wood but Akihito loved the feel of the floor on his feet once again. The girl holding his hand looked around with a blank expression that told Akihito she was strategically scoping the place out. She always did that with new place, people, and things.

A smile formed on the young man's face as he could see the building curiosity in his daughter's eyes, that was something most people could not recognize in her unless they knew her quite well. Akihito squeezed her hand gently and let go, silently telling her to go and explore her new home. Chikako was gone in a flash.

Behind him Akihito heard a small laugh that made memories, good and bad, flash through Akihito's mind. Turning, Akihito noticed that Kirishima and Suoh had followed Asami into the penthouse. All of them had taken off their shoes and were looking at him with some form of amusement. Akihito blushed furiously and began to go on a rant that consisted of mostly swearwords. As he ranted, the boy walked into the living room and sat down in a huff, cutting off midsentence. Asami was of course surprised at his lover's halt. Five years ago Asami would have had to kiss the boy to stop him from speaking like that but now it would see that Akihito had learned some self control.

The four of them, Kirishima and Suoh rather sparsely, talked about what had happened in the last five years. Almost nothing had apparently changed for Asami and thus the older man kept asking questions about Akihito and their daughter. Aki explained things like: her favorite color is black, she loved to write, she was a straight A student in her accelerated classes, she enjoyed quite time with her laptop, she usually took naps, and the list when on and on. None of the men seemed to be tired of the things that Akihito had to say about his daughter.

Just as Asami was about to ask another question something was heard in the next room. A loud crash of glass emanated from the room that Chikako had went into earlier. Akihito's heart seemed to stop breathing. They had only been in Tokyo all of three hours and already something was terribly wrong.

Howdy guys, Knighte:) here

I am so sorry about this really long wait for my update but I had had so much going on with work, we are so short staffed right now, and college that I have just lost all motivation to write until now.

The bear that Chi has is the one that was given to me at birth. His name is Mr. Red Bear and I wanted all of you to see Chi in a new light.

Just remember people that I have only just started the fic and you will slowly see the story unfold as I update so don't demand too many answers so early. Yes Chi seems much too mature for a five year old, sorry. That is just how Chi is. She is a genius with Asami's need to seem emotionless.

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