Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.
Warnings: Angst, violence.
Pairings: Asami/Akihito.
Chapters: 3/?
Summary: A skilled assassin comes in the mix. What will Asami do? What does it mean for the relationship between Asami and Akihito?
Notes: Thanks for all the comments/reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please tell me what you think.
Chapter Three:
Akihito stared at the sleeping creature. He ran his hand over the tan face. He wondered about a life without this cold man and he felt his eyes watering by thinking about it. He couldn't have a life without this man. He needed the other just like he needed water. He lay back down, unable to fall asleep. He usually was the one fast asleep without a care. He sat back up and left the bed. He walked out into the living area. He flopped onto the couch, thinking. His thoughts were conflicted. He knew the other man worried and cared for him. He even realized Asami loved him. He looked into Asami's background and found no lover ever lived with the yakuza. He was the first to ever share a home with the man. He leaned his head back, sighing sadly. He turned on the TV to see the news on. They were talking about a low class yakuza dying earlier. He turned it off quickly and stood up. He walked to the large window, feeling his world crumble.
"Why are you up?" A strong voice called out.
Turning around to face his lover, Akihito sighed, "Thinking about my family." An eyebrow raised and he knew he was caught in the lie. He turned back to the window, refusing to say anything else. He didn't want his worries said. Strong arms wrapped around him and he felt like caving. He closed his eyes, wishing to keep this fairytale. Fairytales weren't real. Asami was human like any other person. He pulled away and gave a sad smile. He raised his hand, running it across that tan face. Asami was staring at him in question but he had no answer. He walked around the older man and went to the bedroom. He had no words.
Asami sighed. He wanted to know what got into his lover tonight. He felt the other leave the bed a couple of times. He went toward the bedroom to see Akihito under the blankets. He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He ran his hand through brown locks. The roots were coming back in and he could see some black hair. He spoke, "You will need to dye your hair again."
"Do you hate it black or something?" Akihito asked, curious. He has dyed his hair since his parents died. He needed to see more to life. He needed a change. He rolled over to face his lover.
"I do not care what color it is as long it isn't a crazy color." Asami remarked.
Akihito chuckled, "I can't have it pink or blue." He laughed harder as he saw Asami made a face at his comment. He felt the hand run through his hair and it felt nice. They were different now. It has been a year of living together. Everyone knew, well what he told them. He closed his eyes, mumbling, "I miss them."
"So is that what is truly bothering you?" Asami asked. Akihito rolled over to face the wall. He didn't know what to do. He has never put someone else's emotions before his. He needed to know why his lover was acting like this. He had to know to fix it. Could he fix it though? He leaned over the boy, sighing, "I can't help if you do not tell me the problem."
Akihito wanted to cave. He wanted to spill, but he knew it wouldn't be fixed. This was a fairytale. Real life was not this perfect. He glanced into those golden eyes and for a moment he believed the man's words. He shook his head, muttering, "You can't fix this problem, Asami. It can never be fixed."
Asami sighed annoyed and climbed into bed. He ordered, "Get some sleep." He pulled the boy close to him and felt Akihito's head lay over his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to figure a way to help his lover. Maybe he should go to the graves with the boy. The other needed support even though Akihito refused it time and time again. Making up his mind, he let the darkness engulf him.
Akihito listened to the heart beat, feeling sleep over take him. He whispered before falling asleep, "Stay with me, Asami Ryuuichi."
It was dark inside the warehouse only having the lightening outside lighting the place up. Asami stood there, holding onto his arm that hung lose by his side. There was the sound of something dripping onto the floor, but it was raining outside. Everything was silent. He took a step forward, begging to stop moving. Those golden eyes stared at him with sadness. He heard a gun shot and he felt his world spin. He pleaded silently that Asami would raise his hand that held the gun to fight back. He dropped to his knees, trying to talk but no words were escaping his lips. He couldn't move an inch to push the other man out of the way. He turned his head back and forth, hoping the guards would come inside to help their employer. He finally found his voice and screamed, "Fire back! Fire back!" He stood up, walking toward the man to help but every time he made a step it felt the other man was pulling backwards. He heard the gun cock and he screamed in horror as he watched Asami fall backwards. He ran to the man, shaking him as he screamed one name that meant everything to him, "Asami! Ryuuichi! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ME!"
Akihito awoke, sitting up quickly. He looked around to notice he was in the bedroom. He moved his hand to find the other side of the bed empty. Fear gripped at his heart. He kicked the blankets off of him and ran out of the room with only his boxers on. He didn't care if the other man decided to have a good morning sex. He looked around to see a plate of food on the table with a note. He walked to it and picked up the note.
'Eat something and do not escape the guard. If you do, I will make sure you regret it. Asami.'
He crumbled the note and tossed it into the trash. Akihito sighed in relief that it was only a nightmare. He walked to the window, trying to figure everything out. He didn't want the goons to follow him to the grave. He knew his grandparents would be there again. They always went there for three days straight and he always did too. The day his parents died, he would let everything out, showing a side that no one knew about. He didn't like to do in front of his grandparents but they always came to give him support. He chuckled at that thought. He didn't need support. He was too gone to accept support from anyone. He walked back to the bedroom, getting dressed. He had a long day ahead of him. He should escape the stupid goon for a while. He laughed at the idea of Asami's face when he found out. He walked out, staring at the food. He couldn't eat at a time like this. He grabbed his camera on the small table in the hallway. He walked out to see a young guard, Natsume. He smiled at the guard and said, "Hello. So you are my victim today."
"Please do not start trouble, Takaba-san. Asami-sama is still upset about the last time I lost you." Natsume pleaded.
Before the photographer could say anything, his phone blared to life. He tensed up and answered it on the second ring, "Takaba." He listened for a few minutes and replying, "Yeah. I can handle that. No problem. Will give you the photos later." He hung up, looking at the guard. He narrowed his eyes and offered, "You leave me alone for an hour and I won't cause you any trouble for the rest of the day. We can meet back here in an hour."
"No way. Asami-sama would have my head if I let you roam the streets for an hour." Natsume responded.
"Hey, listen goon head. I have a job and I can't have you tailing me. I will never get the job done or they will run scared." Akihito growled as he poked the guard in the chest. He needed to get away from the bodyguard for an hour at least. He had to think fast. He didn't have time with fighting with the goon. He raised his leg, kicking Natsume in his mad hood. Before the other could grab him, he ran down the street, turning the corner quickly.
Natsume cussed, "Fucking little punk." He stood up straight even though he was in pain and started to give chase. He had to find the trouble maker before he had to report to his boss. He would be in deep trouble if he didn't find the boy.
At Club Sion, Asami studied the reports again. The only link he could find was the people were running inside his turf. Yes, some of them weren't enemies, but they weren't friends either. How did the hit man get close enough to kill these people? None of them were easy people to take down. His enemies, he had to take time to get rid of. He tossed the files back onto his desk. There was nothing at the crime scenes. The hit man was good at what he did but it was trouble for him. He was a powerful target. He tapped his fingers against the desk. Maybe he should had Suoh watch his boy today. He still didn't like the fact Natsume lost Akihito once before. Though Suoh has lost his photographer before too. He looked at the phone and wondered if he should call in for a report. He glanced to the clock and sighed annoyed. It hasn't even been ten minutes since he got the last report saying his lover was up.
Kirishima walked in, holding more files. He spoke which got golden eyes to snap at him, "Sir, I found more information. Every employee to those victims has disappeared. No, there bodies were never found. It would look like they went to someone else."
"Do we have any idea who they started to work for?" Asami asked, holding back a growl.
"Sorry, Asami-sama, there is no sign of them at all." Kirishima reported. He set down the files and gave one more detail, "There was a black hair at one crime scene. There was no way to get DNA from it though."
"That doesn't do us any good. We need more information. Find it." Asami growled, annoyed at the information being told to him. He waved Kirishima out and used his phone to get a hold of Natsume. On the first ring it was picked up and he spoke, "Where is he?"
"Boss…"
"You lost him." Asami growled lowly, ready to snap the phone in two.
"Sorry, boss. He kicked me and took off. Sounded like he had a photo job. I went after him for about fifteen minutes but I can't find him anywhere." Natsume spoke calmly.
"Keep looking and find him or else." Asami hissed as he slammed his phone down. He gripped his seat tight. He would make sure his boy knew better. He would teach the other a lesson that would make the photographer think twice before running around alone.
Across the city, a low class gang member begged, "Please. I'll give you whatever you want. I'll even stay away from Asami."
"I do not care about Asami Ryuuichi." The hit man hissed. He fired his gun, watching the begging man fall to the ground. He sighed annoyed. These jobs were driving him crazy. His phone rang again and he answered, "It's done."
"You always know how to get it done but you haven't even got to Asami yet."
"I need time with him."
"Well you do not have much time."
"How long do I have?"
"Two days."
"There is no way I could do it."
"Brother, please. I want to come home." A female voice cried out.
"That is enough. I'll get it done."
"Glad you see it my way. Two days or I send your sister's body to you."
The line was hung up and he gripped his phone tightly. He looked down at the body and sighed. He looked around to see two guards dead. They were in his way. He looked around to make sure he left nothing behind. He walked out of the warehouse, feeling the cold breeze hit him in the face. He smiled bitterly. Two days he had. The hit man wanted the nightmare to stop.
