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Ch. 4- Get. Him. Back.

"What are you doing?" Jakuson said staring at the boy sitting across from him in the limo.

Akihito just ignored him though and continued to stare out the window.

Jakuson had just pick up Akihito from the grocery store and they were now headed back to their home but Akihito was reluctant to go and even worse, the boy was now crying.

"I asked you a question." Jakuson said waiting for a reply but still non came.

Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound and Akihito's eye's widened.

"I asked you a question. You will be wise to remember to answer from now on." Jakuson said sitting back into his side of the limp.

Akihito reached his hand up to feel his cheek where Jakuson had just slapped him. "I thought the anser was obvious." he stated giving up on feeling his cheek and glaring at the older man.

"I wasn't talking about your pathetic tears." Jakuson said giving Akihito a bored look and completely ignoring the glare being thrown his way. "I was talking about what you were doing at that pathetic excuse for a grocery store, what are you doing with Suoh, and mainly what are you doing being alive."

Akihito just smirked and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes I would, that was kinda the point in me asking."

"Well then your breath was wasted."

"It would seem so wouldn't it?"

Akihito just smiled and resumed staring out the window.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Kirishima, who was just walking around the corner, immediately rushed into his boss' room after he heard the gunshots only to be greeted by the sight of an extremely pissed off Asami and an extremely dead messenger.

"What happened sir?" Kirishima asked trying to gauge exactly how many bullets had been placed into the dead man before he had arrived.

"That is what the hell I would like to know." Asami said his voice dangerously low, however Kirishima could tell that the man was trying to refrain from shouting.

"Excuse me?" Kirishima asked his interest having been piqued.

Asami just lit a cigaret and threw the envelope on his desk over to Kirishima. When he opened he envelope he gasped a little and almost dropped the envelope.

"What is this? Where did you get it?"

Asami motioned his head over to the body still just laying in the middle of the room. "He is...was...the private detective I had following Akihito."

Kirishima just nodded and looked back at the envelope. Inside the envelope were a couple pictures but the one that stood out the most was one where Suoh was laying on the ground with blood coming out of his head, Akihito with a wild look in his eyes while being surrounded by six guys, and the worst thing imaginable, Jakuson Daichi standing there, staring at Akihito like you would a loved one.

"Um...sir" Kirishima started, worried about telling his boss.

"I know and I want all the information that can be found about the connection between the two. I want the surveillance camera's from the grocery store and all the surrounding buildings. Tell the man working undercover at Jakusons to be prepared. And mainly, Get. Him. Back." Asami's tone was low and turned Kirishima's blood to ice. He was glad he wasn't the one that the anger was directed at and for once felt bad for Jakuson.

Kirishima nodded then bowed and went out into the hallway and told some men close by to take the body and dispose of it.

Back inside the office a few of his men had come to clean up the body and hurried because they all saw the cold than normal glint in Asami's eyes, and when one had asked about what they should do about the blood stain another blood stain was created along with another body for the remaining men to clean up.

'I swear to God, Jakuson, if you touch one hair on what's mine. YOUR DEAD!' Asami thought as he leaned back into his chair and picked up another cigaret. He had been so close to stopping for Akihito but nope Akihito had to go and get himself kidnapped and make his nicotine addiction kick in full force.

The rest of the car ride to the Jakuson mansion the two spent in an awkward silence with Akihito staring out the window and Jakuson staring at Akihito.

"Would you stop staring at me." Akihito said finally getting fed up with Jakuson staring at him as they pulled up the long driveway to the mansion.

"Why shouldn't I?" Jakuson said.

"Because it's creepy."

"Well I'm just trying to see how you have been, and if you are still how you used to be before you left."

"I left because I wanted to change."

"Well then apparently it didn't work very well, cause your still the same."

"Shut up!" Akihito called back as the car came to a halt in front of the mansion.

A guy came around and opened the car door for them. Jakuson stepped out and Akihito slowly followed.

Akihito looked up at the house he had run away from just five years before. Everything was still the same. The large three story house that looked like a castle of sorts. Everything looked refined and sophisticated and the one thing he missed about all this was the yard. God, he loved the yard, he couldn't even imagine how many hours had been spent out in the rose garden or just running around or lounging in it. The only thing that tainted the beautiful yard was in the back Akihito knew there was a shooting range for the guys who worked under Jakuson.

"Come." Jakuson comanded and started walking away.

Akihito who followed looked up at Jakuson, "What about Suoh? Where is he?"

"He's fine they arrived before us and he is in a guest room."

"I want to see him." Akihito pouted.

"No" Jakuson didn't even bother to look back at Akihito he just kept walking forward until they got into the house.

The inside of the house was as gorgeous as ever with its cream colored marble floor and carefully colored stairs that winded up to the second floor.

Once inside Jakuson turned on Akihito and slapped him hard across his face, causing Akihito to fall onto the floor. "Why the hell did you leave?! Do you have any idea how that made me look to others when I couldn't even protect you!"

"I left because I was tired of being treated like this." Akihito hissed back with as much venom in his voice as he could manage.

With his hand on his cheek Akihito stood up.

"That is no excuse, and now that your back they are going to think that I can't even look after you, little lone control you."

"Because you can't!"

"Yes I can Akihito." Jakuson said his voice getting cold as he stared down at Akihito. "Now, go to your room before I really get pissed."

Akihito ran up the stairs taking them two at a time until he got to the top of the second floor and looked over the railing at Jakuson who was watching him go.

"You really want to know why I left?" Akihito said staring sadly down at the old man.

"And why would that be Akihito?"

"Because I was sick and tired of only being treated as your heir. You know all my life all I ever did was try to impress you, and once mom died all I had was you, but all you wanted was for me to be the perfect heir, and you never cared." Akihito tried to swallow back the giant lump forming in his throat. "All I wanted was for you to praise me, to look at me, to act like my father, just once that's all I wanted."

Akihito walked away leaving a stunned Jakuson still standing at the doorway. When Akihito got to his room he shut the door and leaned against it, then sank to the floor, the tears that had been threatening to come out since his dad hit him finally came out in a flood and he sat there for about ten minutes before finding the strength to pull himself up and onto him bed. His room had been untouched since he left, all of his trophies and medals still hung up, all of his dirty cloths still scattered around the floor, all of his books in order of his favorites still on the bookshelf. Nothing had changed, including him. He was always doing things to please his father. Half the reason he ran away was so that he could be himself instead of always trying to please the older man but he also ran away to please the older man. He wanted his dad to be impressed that he could fake his death and stay away from him for five years without him even noticing he was still alive and even helping him out by taking pictures of his fathers rivals and turning them in to the police so that his father would have one less thing to worry about.

'Damn' Akihito thought as tears started falling again, 'I'm blaming the damn hormones'

Shit! Akihito sat straight up eyes wide in major panic. Once he was done hyperventilating Akihito laid back down onto his bed and put his hand on his stomach.

'UGHHHHH' Akihito though while starting to rub his tummy. 'What the HELL is my dad going to think about my relationship with Asmai. Better yet what is my dad going to think when he finds out I'm pregnant.'