Hello,
Please enjoy, there's one more chapter and maybe an omake to follow. Thank you very much for all the reviews and reads/faves/follows - when this one is out of my head I'll finish up Tears of a hound and imperial Dragon...
Again this story is just a bit of fun so I appreciate it's weird :P Teehee. Sorry for any mistakes!
Warnings: Yaoi dub-con all round, swearing, some mild violence, but mainly yaoi XD
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"you're sure?"
"Unfortunately so sir. Not a single patient..."
"Right. Thank you, that'll be all for the moment."
Kirishima dismisses Suki, club Sions beautifully glamorous glossy haired and impossibly efficient operations manager in order to re-re-evaluate every piece of new found information that she's just presented him with, information that is both surprising, shocking and that if they had researched the unremarkable sounding place sooner - there's no way Takaba would have ever been allowed to be within ten thousand kilometres of it. And it's current owner.
A current owner who according to Kirishima's research. Doesn't exist.
The man who's taken over this abandoned Morgue had only arrived in the country around a week before he actually took physical possession of the building, a former morticians that he had acquired after having brought it using a phone bid service during a police auction of the entire estate as the former residents, an elderly mother and two adult sons (who up until then had been running their local friendly funeral home) had been convicted for grave robbing and the illegal selling of body parts.
But.
The name on the official deed that Kirishima is scowling so darkly at now is not Tsuyuho Kazuko, the greedy old baachan, nope. It's a Doctor Yuri Zharkov, which in its self is no cause for alarm. No, what's bothering him immensely is the fact that before his checking in at Surgut airport to journey to Japan, there had been no previous record of such a man, anywhere in the world. Kirishima had checked with his contacts at immigration, a contact of a contact at the Russian embassy here in Japan and a contact within a branch family of the Russian mafia but nothing. The man simply does not exist.
And then there's the matter of the patients.
The place opened six months ago, just six and already there had been an alarmingly high level of admissions running into the seventies and for the amount of people going in - none are coming out. He cannot find any information either as to what became of all of the admissions after they had left their last place of care having been admitted to Morning Light or even on relatives. They all have no next of kin listed anywhere.
So who was it that had offered the job to Takaba?
Kirishima cannot quite get his head around how many discrepancies there are with this whole situation - not being able to reach the young photographer and now Asami-sama, the mystery doctor who had appeared out of nowhere. Even the fact that there are no discharge notes, death certificates even. It's as if all seventy seven people have simply remained there, or vanished. Unless...
Perhaps Kirishima is jumping the gun a little, Dr Zharkov could have just been locally based all of his life, living off the grid in some long forgotten village. He could now have had some work done to the building. Added more bedrooms for example. Takaba could just have forgotten to charge his phone. Unlikely but possible right? Yep. It's all perfectly plausible.
However maybe, just maybe he should check with Mikhail Arbatov any way as that man easily has the most extensive underground intelligence network in Russia though that will have to wait, Kirishima cannot do that without getting the go ahead from his employer as there hasn't been any contact with him since that little incident on the cruise ship so goodness knows what contacting that little troublemaker will do.
Well
Kirishima sets the reports neatly on the desk and waits for now, he still has some seven minutes and twenty nine seconds until he has to phone Asami-sama with the findings and who knows, his boss may give the go ahead to contact Mikhail anyway and they can get this mess sorted out quite quickly and efficiently. Just the way it should be.
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Another door creaks shut marking yet another dead end for Asami. The man having made it from the sub levels of the clinic all the way up to the penultimate floor where he is now. There's just one more level before the shrewd business man thinks he'll have to finally admit to himself that Akihito is really not here.
He had started off his search optimistically enough, having cast his eyes around the reception area once more and once again passing Mei who was still sleeping soundly and clutching his handkerchief. His urge to snatch it from the lying little bitch still strong as he glared disdainfully at her on the way past to the basement door. It's fine though, he had surmised. He'll have his Akihito back and be out of here soon.
Soon...
It turns out that soon was nearly two hours ago though and as time is wearing on, Asami is having to quash more and more the ever present, unsettling voice in his mind that tells him otherwise. That he won't find his Akihito at all.
Regardless though the man forges on for now, up the next set of steps in the cold dark stairwell and into the last (and by looks of it) unused corridor. Dirtied dust sheets cover stacks of chairs and old medical apparatus, leaves littering the grit covered floor as sinister shadows line the walls thanks to the flickering and partially lit electric lamps. Most of the old bulbs already having blown long ago.
He eventually comes to a stop before a set of worn double doors, a simple placard over head reading 'infirmary' which he murmurs to himself, studying the mottled glass panes closely. The bloody finger prints and smudges telling a chilling tale of their own.
He doesn't know why he's standing still, almost hesitant and tempted to obey the heavy sense of foreboding that's telling him to turn around now and leave. Just forget the boy like he had every other lover in the past who had managed to get themselves into perilous situations again and again but he knows he can't, even after what he's witnessed tonight in this god forsaken building he knows he won't settle for anything less than having Akihito back safe and sound. For Asami has never really been a charitable sort of guy and he has a sense of empathy which he wilfully chooses not to employ more often than not, but. Akihito had changed that. Or at least had changed it where Akihito is concerned.
The man tuts impatiently at his own uncharacteristic self doubt and places a steady hand on the grimy door, knowing that it's here or nowhere. This is realistically the only place left to search and the only place left where his allusive photographer could be hiding. He knows he must of looked or at least glanced into every room. Staff sleeping, patients wailing, crying, self harming and in some cases self pleasuring in bed but through it all - no more signs of Akihito. Hell, if he hand't found that charm and seen the handkerchief he would never have known the boy was here at all.
Why are there no other signs of him?
There was one more aspect of this place that had been the cherry to a particularly disturbing cake and that had been the endless clinical rooms, the ones that had looked like something akin to experimental labs which he had only recognised as such due to the large, glowing tanks, the pungent smell of formaldehyde enough to burn one's nostrils and the noise of the ominously buzzing electrical machines enough to make one's teeth chatter. Extensive lab kit's laid out over vast tables still filled with the remnants of whatever concoction they had last created.
Now Asami being who he is, knows a cover operation when he sees one and had drawn the conclusion rather quickly that this place is no care facility. What it is exactly he knows not, but he does wonder what kind of experiments they are running here. And why?
So finally, after searching more and more impatiently and dare he say apprehensively, here he is almost two hours later and opening the last set of doors silently upon the last possible hiding place where the kid could be.
His footsteps echo so softly off the floor, walls and ceiling and his eyes have to adjust somewhat after leaving the lamp lit hallway as he takes a few steps into the darkened room, the soft light spilling in from the open doorway his guide into the abyss.
He almost gasps when he does finally see that the room isn't as empty as he had first thought, it has just one occupant. A young man, seated at the far end of the room.
"…"
He lets out a long breath and lets the tension evaporate somewhat from his body as he takes in the sight ahead. Assuring himself that it's really his boy and not some foolhardy look alike. He had told himself that this would be a bust, that Akihito had left this place and him already and this would be a fruitless search. But alas, there he is.
"Akihito-"
Several beds away, along the spacious dormitory style room sits Akihito with his back to Asami (though as if that matters as the eagle eyed crime lord would recognise that particularly beautiful silhouette anywhere.) The man swings around when the door suddenly swings to a close behind him, the soft creak and inevitable click of the lock echo's again around the silent and cavernous, moonlit room. He casts his eyes around sharply before he takes another step forward. Though stopping after just the one, sensing movement ahead.
Akihito is swaying minutely with shoulders slumped, sat on a low bed to the far right of the room. Naked? And staring resolutely, silently up to the dark ceiling lit only by the large windows lining the entirety of the left hand wall. A faint blue hue cast from the moon the only source of light in here at all now. Asami's eyes squint a little, vision boring into the back of the hazel mop of hair he knows so well, the man probably being able to draw the chaotic whorl of Akihito's soft and unruly hair in his sleep. Can recall the intoxicating scent.
The man takes a couple more steps into the room in order to get a closer look at the uncharacteristically quiet boy and is about to call his name again when Akihito finally moves to acknowledge him. At first it's nothing, a subtle roll of the head backward onto his shoulder but ever so slowly the boys body unfurls and he sets his skull so far back it should be painful. The unnatural curve of spine surely making the boy's bones groan under the pressure but even so he just smiles. An unfathomable, glowing smile set in silent, frozen laughter that Asami can't place. This is not a look that had ever graced the young photographers face before.
He asks himself if this is really his boy, his Akihito as he recoils a step due to shock, taking in the gleam in Akihito's eyes, the manic grin and the gentle hiss coming from his sweet lips. Surely, surely this can't be Akihito - this stranger before him with such a disturbed and unhinged countenance. Such a stark contrast.
"..sami…"
"~...Asamiiii…~"
It's a disgusting, chilling sound. Never one that should come from a creature as pure as him and Asami's skin prickles in response at the masked malice underlaying the hypnotisingly calm whisper, the words falling so softly from those deliciously familiar lips as a hand squeezes Asami's heart, crushing it.
But still it continues, the sing-song voice beating off of the walls softly before it finally violates Asami's senses along with the still unsettling vision that's both repulsive and strangely alluring at the same time. Asami can't help but stare wide eyed even as a deep sense of dread makes his blood run cold when the boys eyes fly impossibly wide and his head pivots round some more to study his prey, his shoulders and eventually the rest of his body following muscle by muscle and joint by joint as he finally turns to face the man who perhaps for the first time in his life, has no idea how to handle this situation.
What have they done to him? What have they done to Akihito?
The creature poises himself on the bed, moving slowly, purposefully and with an animalistic grace that the crime lord has never seen before associated with the pure energy and freely bounding (and sometimes endearingly clumsy) spirit that is Akihito. His muscles are coiled tightly, his delectable skin covered with a sweaty sheen as he crawls over the mussed bed to finally rise to balance on his knees, cocking his head at Asami like a cat contemplating it's particularly tasty prey. His nostrils flaring, chest rising and falling with an eager, violently charged energy.
The state he's in clearly visible from the bulge straining the front of his boxers.
"Asami come. Come here Asami…Come and and play with me…."
The man blinks, something clouding Asami's vision for a moment which seems almost like a thick, cloudy fog that mutes his senses and clouds his mind and he has to shake his head to clear it. Akihito's soothing whispers washing over him like a temptingly warm wave of sin and desire. He knows this isn't right, he knows it's not good at all and that he should get out now and never look back. But he just can't seem to find it in him to be able to move at the moment.
"Akihito…what?" He breathes heavier, his heart beating just a little faster and his breathing laboured. He shakes his head again, blinking rapidly.
"..Are you, alright?"
The boy pouts in contemplation, the words registering slowly before he giggles in response and nods the affirmative while rolling his hips, spreading his legs wide. He's never been better, silly Asami. He feels electric.
"Asami yes I- I want you, please? Now, please Asami…I've missed you, I knew you'd come for me - ah-I knew it Asami, I've wanted you so bad…so bad all this time…nnh..."
The tension is thick as Akihito rises up off of the bed and wets his lips, prowling in slow purposeful glides towards his prey and despite Asami knowing full well that the adorable Akihito he knows would rather die than say any of this, do any of this - he just can't tear his eyes or body away. He allows the almost stranger to approach him, he even allows him to pull his head down for a soul devouring kiss and forcefully caress his increasingly and unfathomably willing arousal through his suit pants before that ever present voice in the back of his head screams for him to pull away from this witchcraft, from this compelling and bewitching creature thats intoxicating his mind. Consuming him.
Is Asami Ryuichi really being so easily seduced?
The man goes to pull away, he really does but already this alluring darkness is pulling him in, seeping ever more rapidly into his vision, his mind and judgement and it's all he can do to clutch Akihito's hips with a crushing, bruising force, his lips and teeth ferociously suffocating Akihito's with rushed half breathes falling between their lips because they just can't stop. Even when at some point they've ended up half collapsed on the bed, panting wildly and Asami looking at Akihito like he's going to do nothing short of eat him alive. Tear him limb from limb with teeth.
But all he does is rip the flimsy boxers from the pale, svelte body in one fell swoop and pump the boys cock furiously in hand. Said boy screaming wildly, lost to pure sensation and laughing deliriously as he fucks that hand right back arching his back and trying to tempt his one sole target even more. He wants to see how far he can push him.
He whispers to Asami as he unzips the mans fly with a sly thumb and forefinger, the crime lords huge, erect cock practically springing free of all restraints as he goads the man on with filthy, desperate entireties of want and desire. He moans directly into the mans ear, hot breath washing over Asami's neck before his earlobe receives a vicious bite and all hell breaks loose. The beast unleashed.
There's a deadly growl as the mans powerful hands strike out, flipping the smaller animal beneath him over and holding him down without mercy. Dominating him completely as two fingers plunge in dry, eliciting a cry of delight from the little demon as Asami blindly scissors the beckoning hole quickly and painfully. Blood soon mars his fingers and rains a slow trail down the two lily white thighs before him which he laps up, purring. Another of the writhing animals exquisite moans his reward before two small shaking hands reach eagerly round, spreading himself enticingly wide for his captor. Or is it captive?
Teeth sink in without restraint to the sensitive flesh at the base of Akihito's neck as Asami bucks his hips viciously into the tight heat, warm crimson easing his passage as the snarling beast sets out an inhuman rhythm, pounding into the scorching flesh as the boy wails in delight under him and meets each punishing thrust with one of his own. His hips strain back to meet the big throbbing dick that's stretching him so deliciously and his body shudders, mouth slack and begging for more. More.
The slapping sound of flesh on flesh, the squelching of blood and precome and the delirious grunts and wails of pleasure all build into a deafening peak into which the two men are most definitely lost, only knowing what they feel and that they feel one another so intensely. Their balls seize up and they release scorching come almost in unison, Asami into Akihito and Akihito onto the yellowing bed sheets.
They collapse, Asami not bothering to mind the smaller body crushed under his and Akihito doesn't notice either. They only pause to catch their breath, both falling into a short slumber soon after.
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Asami squeezes the ragged towel cloth, watching with remorse how the crimson water rains back down into the large porcelain bowl he had managed to find in the supplies closet at the end of the room. He had woken up a few minutes ago, dressed but with his shirt ripped and fly undone while his suit pants were covered in an alarming amount of blood. What was worse, soon after he had discovered the blood to be none other than Akihito's. The man has no idea what happened, only knows that he must have totally lost control somehow for Akihito to have ended up like this. But how, when and why?
When he's finished cleaning the sleeping boy's back and ass he gently turns him over to wash his blood and come smeared front, he places a reverent touch to the pale cheek. A silent apology which he likes to think is received as Akihito sighs and leans into the hand, Asami's chest growing tight for a second until he turns away to complete his task.
He smokes after that while he waits for Akihito to wake up having pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed rather than risking being too near him now. He doesn't know what had happened earlier, only knows that it's something to do with how Akihito was behaving and it's connected to whatever is going on here. The man watches on silently as the boy awakens slowly, blinking through the fuzz and rubbing eyes adorably the way he always does, it's so familiar that for a second it looks like Akihito is back to himself again and Asami almost falls for it - almost.
There's silence for some time, Asami finishing up his cigarette as he watches grimly on while the boy sits up and studies the fatigued, shadow lined face before him. Akihito spots Asami's peculiar, concerned expression and starts laughing. Laughing like he can't stop until he does all too suddenly. looking at Asami with eyes wide - so wide and his grin too sinister. He goes to speak, Asami talking over him before the creature has a chance to hypnotise him again.
"Akihito. What happened?"
There's no response, just Akihito moving past the what must be quite substantial pain to get up and make another move on Asami with a sensual grace, a few stray drips of fresh blood making their way down his thighs before he straddles Asami's lap and the man lets him, earnestly searching those still brilliantly shining hazel eyes and looking for the sweet boy Akihito once was. Hoping he can get through to him and praying he can come back.
He hesitates for a long while before finally deciding to avoid the lips that are zoning in on his, a hand gently steering the boy's curious face away. He doesn't want to kiss him like this.
"Asami-"
"Stop. Whatever you're trying to do. Give him back."
That wasn't a direct command, the man has no idea who it would even be a command for but it's certain that somehow it got through to Akihito as his moonlit skin prickles suddenly before Asami's very eyes. A tension building within the slender body before he laughs softly again, this time directly into Asami's ear.
"Oh? Is the big bad Asami Ryuichi not getting his way?..."
He sees the glint of the blade travel past his head, concealed in Akihito's palm and for a split second almost goes to stop it, his first instinct to disarm the boy but he decides - he has a theory that this programmed behaviour is meant to be an attack on him, not Akihito. What the possessed child had just said gave him that idea and from what he's seen, he figures the kid has been wired somehow to carry out an order and he's decided. He'll allow Akihito this much.
He'll allow him this if it means getting him back.
The crime lord embraces his fate and leans back in his chair, blood thumping loudly in his ears and his hands on Akihito's thighs, thumbs drawing lazy circles over the supple flesh. Questioning himself while he takes in the achingly sweet smile sent his way, Akihito's hands are down by his sides no doubt positioning the scalpel in hand to gain the most effective impact. Asami asks himself why, why is he allowing this? Why not cut this kid looses like he would with any other lover who had dared in the past to cross him, or be foolish enough to get entangled in a web of their own demise.
They face each other for a moment, Asami hoping to god that he never sees this look of manic glee of his boys face again as he finally raises the knife, pupils still very much dilated as he, with a shrill laughter plunges the scalpel into Asami's abdomen.
"…"
The man only grunts at the impact, blood immediately pooling around the wound as he closes his eyes in a desperate prayer. Please let Akihito come back now. Please.
There's a few seconds after he blinks them open again, just enough time for Asami to second guess himself and second guess himself again as Akihito looks at him with a mild curiosity, at his face and into his eyes before his own beautiful orbs sweep down his muscular body hidden under a dishevelled suit to the now steadily bleeding wound. The boy reaches out his fingertips, dragging them through the blood soaking the expensive white shirt and over the exposed skin and reaching them to his mouth with Asami looking on grimly, heartbroken as he realises he may never get this boy back after all.
He closes his eyes and swears that these are not tears forming under his eyelashes.
The wild purring kitten on his lap licks at his fingers appreciatively, moaning at the metallic, warm taste of Asami's blood and he looks to the man after having been taken by a fresh wave of arousal. He takes the fingers from his mouth, running them along Asami's lips, closed eyelids leaving a trail of saliva and blood before leaning forward, tongue out and mouth poised to beg for entry, staring into the mans strangely pained face when suddenly Akihito jolts, convulsing as if stricken or electrified.
Akihito's body shivers, eyes staring unseeing before rolling backwards in his head completely from the sheer agony wracking his entire being before eventually, his spine turns absolutely rigid.
He can't help but cry out as he finally slumps forward unconscious, Asami having to act fast and catch him by the arms lest he drive the sharp blade in any deeper.
After that though, it only takes until the next breath to wake Akihito, his large eyes blinking open in a panic as he hyperventilates, believing he's still in the room with doctor Yuri - no. Eduard Arbatov. His mind screams, his veins and heart protesting from sheer strain as his pulse sky rockets and because of the blind panic it takes him a good few seconds to realise he's not alone. That he's naked, in so much pain but straddling a rather comfortable and warm lap. A warm lap he knows very well.
Akihito starts to really panic then, wondering if he's seeing things and praying that he's not.
"A-Asami? Wh-Wha-"
He reaches out a hand eagerly to confirm the mans existence and sees the smeared blood on his fingers which makes his bottom lip pout in curiosity, wondering if it has anything to do with the pain he's feeling. 'Oh' he mumbles to himself before looking to Asami to ask 'what' but something's odd about him. The sweat on his brow, the scowl marring the usually infuriatingly unreadable face. There's something glinting in the moonlight just lingering in his peripheral vision and looks down with a bewildered blink (expecting to see maybe the pervert Asami's belt unbuckled and a frightening erection winking up at him) but instead, sees the handle of a blade partially concealed beneath Asami's ripped shirt. Then, the dark pool of blood.
"What?"
"Asami-"
"Asami?"
"Asami what's - you're hurt!"
He reaches out again now more urgently with both hands but Asami takes them into his own, shushing Akihito. Utterly relieved.
"...Pay no mind."
Akihito shakes immediately, adrenaline, panic and pure fear making his face screw up in a tearful and urgent concern. He goes to desperately shake off Asami's hands though as gently as possible as not to disturb the injured man too much.
"Huh? W-what are you saying, baka! Fuck - we need-shit! We need to get you to a doctor-we need-!"
A flood of memories suddenly overwhelm Akihito, Mei, the deranged doctor with the needle telling him about the research they've been doing here - finding out he's really an Arbatov. Everything going black. He shivers and a renewed fear takes over, mounting into a full blown panic attack.
"Asami! We, we have to get out of here-! I'll go and get some bandages or something and then we can leave and find a hospital-"
Despite the pain he goes to stand, Asami still clutching his small wrists but he pulls away asking with an increasingly broken voice to be released. The man obviously isn't in his right mind and he needs to get him to a hospital quick. There's a weird noise though from the man and Asami grabs him, kissing him into silence while he holds him tightly by the biceps. Tasting Akihito's tears. Tears for him.
"…You're not going anywhere, stay here…stay here Akihito."
Akihito cries out and goes to pull back again off of the man's lap, angry tears streaming down his face knowing he has to get Asami out of here - this is all his fault. This fucking place. What can he do?
Clenching his teeth he wrenches is body away, stumbling the first few agonising steps and having to ignore the pained grunt coming from his lover's lips so he can raid the nurses station and grab a small pile of towels, trying to rip strips to prepare a makeshift tourniquet working through his own paralysing pain and not paying attention to the fact he's cold, naked and that his ass seems to be bleeding. He's trying not to think that Eduard could have done something terrible to him. He turns back toward the chair and still shaking badly, reaches for the scalpel so he can take it out to wrap the wound but a gentle hand on his, stops him.
"It's better if we leave it in, pass me those strips would you?…"
Akihito tears up again, guilt eating away at him like a deadly virus - he let this happen to Asami. He doesn't know how but something is telling him it's all because of him.
He passes the man the strips of fabric and watches as Asami knots them together roughly so he can tie them around his abdomen keeping the scalpel in place where it's buried blade deep within his diaphragm and Akihito looks on powerlessly, praying that it's at least missed any organs and praying they can make it out of the the building alive. He has a sickening feeling though, one connected to the now dry blood marring his hands.
Asami looks up after he fixes the last knot, ready to get going when he sees Akihito staring at him with bloodshot, stricken eyes - pale as a ghost. He whispers to Asami, clutching his own arms and marking the porcelain skin with red welts making his naked, trembling form look so vulnerable. Miserable.
"…Did. Did I? Did I do this to you? Asami?…I think I did….I'm-"
Asami says nothing, only holds out a hand as commandingly as he always does which silences Akihito immediately and he finds himself making the slow journey to the chair, to his lover who grasps his hips making the boy gasp as Asami soothes the fresh bruises lining those slim hips, placing his lips on the slim, pale stomach before him. Holding Akihito close. He had already accepted his fate when he chose to let Akihito's scalpel finish it's work - he would allow Akihito this much if it means he would come back. And he doesn't regret a thing.
"It's completely my fault. I already knew what a troublesome brat you are..."
Akihito laughs both at the familiar (and right now most welcome insult) and the ticklish, comforting feeling of Asami's face against his skin, a half sob leaks from his mouth and tears flow freely from under grateful lashes as he shuts his eyes to the pain he's feeling throughout his entire being. This is the second time Asami has bled for him and he's gone and got himself caught in the clutches of yet another madman. He runs his fingers tentatively through the mans unusually unkempt hair, a long contented sigh Asami's only response before he places another swift peck at the very top of Akihito's belly button and moves the boy back gently.
Akihito helps Asami to stand, allowing himself to be pulled forward into a tender kiss after but avoiding the scalpel still protruding painfully from Asami's stomach. He clutches at the lapels of Asami's jacket, creasing the once immaculate suit as the mans hands trail possessively down Akihito's back. They get all the way down to his ass before the teasing bastard finally pulls away. Smirking. How can he have a knife sticking out of him and still look this damn good?
He leans closer, lips merely millimetres away from Akihito's nose.
"Perhaps we should get you some clothes, or would you prefer my jacket?"
The man laughs as he watches his troublesome photographers face light up in a blush with the realisation he's still naked, Akihito casting his eyes around the room nervously before settling on an abandoned white lab coat. Slung carelessly over a chair. He gingerly marches over and plucks it from where it lay, dressing in it quickly and buttoning it up but having to roll up the sleeves several times as if this had fit a giant.
He nods back at Asami and the pair prepare to go, leaving together through the blood marred doors and journeying silently through the halls. It's only when they reach the same dark stairwell where Akihito had heard those very first screams that he stops. Reliving that sickening feeling that had arose on hearing those gurgling, desperate wails echo along the walls and glass.
He unconsciously seeks out Asami who is behind him and glances back, searching for a shred of warmth and comfort in such a cold, dark place. Akihito turns to the man with a nervous laugh, not daring to step just yet any deeper into the relentless darkness.
"Asami….you OK? S-shouldn't you have an arm over my shoulder or something?"
"I'm alright."
"Y-yeah"
Well that's that. He takes a deep breath and begins on down the stairs winching with the pain in his ass and feeling a fresh few stray drips of blood journey down his legs and he feels sick, praying to god that Eduard didn't do anything - but he did didn't he? He somehow had made Akihito hurt Asami. The last thing he'd ever want to do.
An arm silently finds it's way over his shoulders as if sensing the boy's tremulous thoughts. A hand gives a quick, reassuring squeeze of his upper arm before just resting quite contentedly. The men now descending into the building together.
"This better?"
Akihito pauses, his automatic impulse to shove the hand off (for the sake of tradition) but the glint of the blades handle soon catches his eye again, making it all of a sudden hard to breathe and he can't find it in him to make a snappy comeback or say no so the boy just nods with a grunt of admission, holding onto the wrist that lay on his shoulder with all his might.