Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder and make no profit from this story.
Pairings: None
Warnings: AU which means it will be OOC for the characters.
Summary: One young man will do whatever it takes to gain power after the downfall of his father.
Author Notes: Hello readers. I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story sooner, but I started up school again. Let's just say it has been a hard rough term so far. On top of this, I have to do a lot of appointments. So here is the next chapter. Please tell me what you think.
Akihito walked into the room silent. Some guards glanced toward his way but made no move to stop him. Hiro was leaning against the wall. His uncle gave a sigh with his tummy shaking as the man walked toward him. The aging hand touched his cheek in care. He stared straight into those eyes that matched his. The Takaba clan all held hazel eyes, showing their fierceness to the world. He lost that night. His uncle will never understand. He learned the truth behind his father's eyes; it was needed in the world they lived in.
Hiro sighed, "I failed one but I will not fail his kin." He knew what the words meant. His uncle was trying to keep him from the world that was too cold for a child. He was no longer a child. He learned too much in one night. He refused to bow to anyone including his uncle who at the moment was the head of the clan. He will work his way up and push Hiro out of the way. Did he feel anything for his uncle who took him in? Hiro gave another huge sigh and walked away from him. He turned his head toward the moving figure as he swore to make it to the top no matter the cost. It was the only way to gain his revenge.
He wished to smirk as he saw Itou glare toward him and move after the man that would never gain true power. Three guards stood in front of him tall and proud. It was in their eyes who they belonged to; him. Suoh was in the corner but made no move toward him. Their eyes connected and he knew his loyal guard would gain every piece of information on the business for him. He could truly count on the guards who served his father faithfully. He turned back to look at the other three, chuckling, "I have some stream to blow off."
"Damn, he is in one of his moods."
"It is going to be rough today."
"He is like this every time Hiro-san tries to talk to him."
All three guards whispered, but he heard their words. He turned his head toward them and they stood up straighter than before. He smirked toward them. He could use more than blowing off stream but he was in no mood to look for a night of release. Kirishima was off limits since the man would stay away from him for a while. It was always like that. Kirishima would share his bed, feeling guilty afterwards, and stay away from him for a period of time.
He shook the thoughts away as he pointed to one guy named Jay. He will make it in the world of darkness. He will taste his revenge and watch the blood pour for the death of his father. Then after he gained that, he will ensure everyone feared him. He blocked a punch even as his mind raced with ideas for his succession. He smirked as a kick came his way. He dropped to the floor, sweeping his foot under Jay's. As the man fell to the ground, he shoved his foot onto Jay's chest, staring down. Yes, he would win. Yes, he will taste his revenge. Yes, he will surpass his uncle and his father. He will make it in the underworld, gaining all the power he desires even if it meant losing his soul.
Jay got up and stood there, waiting for his orders. He will rule the world. Everyone will fall to his feet. It was the only way for him. He didn't care who fell as long as he gained all the power that he desired. He swung his fist with Jay blocking it. He wanted the taste of the sweet scent of blood. His men knew the feeling. They were getting restless. Hiro was doing nothing about the death of their pervious leader; one who did whatever it took to protect his men. He will do the same. He will make sure everything in the organization would be safe. He swung again, catching Jay off guard. He taunted, "Now that was a kid shot. Can't you keep up with a child?" Jay only smirked toward him as they started to spar against each other.
He continued to train even as one guard named Masao walked toward them. Masao felt the need for someone older to be in power. Masao agreed with his uncle that he should stay out of the underworld. As he swung, he swept his leg under Jay's legs, turning his head and raising a brown eyebrow at the man who stood there like on how Kirishima would stand in a meeting. Yes, he has spied on meetings before. The man had long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail that went over his shoulder. The man was young, maybe ten years older than him, but the man was born within the underworld just like him. His father took Masao under his wing when his family was killed.
Masao finally spoke, breaking his memories, "I need to speak to you, Takaba-sama." The way his name was said with the highest respect made him hold his hand up to Jay to stop from training his body. Jay bowed his head and walked away. He remarked calmly, "You never use sama with my name." Masao always used san to his name. This meant there was something troubling the man who was trying to find a way to step over Hiro's head. He was the next in line. He should be the head from the start. His hands curled into fists as he thought about the power being stolen from him.
Masao bowed his head, calming down his anger as the man spoke, "Takaba-sama, your uncle is refusing to give three thousand dollars to the Izo clan." He did not change his expression nor did he question why Masao was taking the matter up to him. He knew that the Izo clan was a great ally within the underworld. Of course, Izo clan would request anything from them first before looking elsewhere. It could be very dangerous if the Izo clan would look elsewhere. He finally spoke coldly, "I'll handle it." Masao sighed and walked away without saying a word to him.
Jay came back over and they started to train. He had plans to fulfill tonight and needed to be ready for anything. The Izo clan was known to take out a person if they looked at them wrong. It was a risk but it would help him in his quest. Having some favors directed toward his way will help him in the long way. He learned from his father that sometimes a person needed allies and needed favors to be on top. It was time for him to move forward and surpass his uncle, taking back his birth right. Punch, kick, punch, kick, and blocking were keeping his mind steady and calm. He glanced back to see Suoh watching the door for a second before he left the room. He mumbled under his breath, "Soon."