Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.

Warnings: Angst.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito, OC/Akihito

Chapters: 4/?

Summary: Akihito lives with a secret that could end everything he knows. Asami and Akihito learn what loyalty really is.

Notes: Thanks for the comments/reviews for the story so far. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think.

Chapter Four:

Akihito wiped at his eyes. When did he really cry? When was he ever this weak? He didn't know what to do. He lost his lover and it was for good. It broke his heart into a million of pieces. Why didn't he speak up? Would Asami fought for him if he said he was in love with him? He closed his eyes, feeling the wetness continue to run down his face. It was over. His dreams, his life, and his lover were taken away from him. He wanted to curl up and disappear from the world.

Fumika walked into the room. Suoh left his guarding post when Asami told him they were leaving. She went to her son's side, staring at his closed eyes. She could tell he was crying. She grabbed his hand and sat down in the chair. Watery hazel eyes opened and looked at her, but Akihito spoke nothing. She felt his pain like it was her own.

In the waiting room, Kaito watched Asami walk with his bodyguard. By the looks of it, Asami was leaving Akihito's side. His hands curled into fists. Didn't the man see Akihito loved him? He walked forward, knowing Makio was watching his movements. He sneered, "You are leaving."

Asami stared at Kaito and spoke, "He is all yours. He isn't worth the trouble." He stepped aside and walked out the hospital doors. It hurt and it hurt badly. Why didn't Akihito speak up? Why couldn't the boy say something to stop him? The limo was already waiting for him. He watched Kirishima open the door for him. He turned his head back to the hospital. This was for the best for his people. Maybe if Akihito said something, he would have fought, but Akihito gave him his answer. He closed his golden eyes and sighed. It was time to move on from this. He slid into the limo with the door closing behind him. When Kirishima and Suoh got into the car, he ordered, "Send one of our own into Sato's group. I want details of everything that is going on with Akihito."

Kirishima sat there, driving, saying nothing. He didn't understand what his boss was doing. He heard from Suoh what happened at the hospital. He never thought the brat came from a powerful family like Sato. Also, he still couldn't figure out how Akihito stayed hidden for long and how no one knew about it. He pulled out the hospital and spoke, "I will get on it right away, Asami-sama." He wasn't going to question his boss. Asami never went wrong with them and he would stay loyal to the yakuza until the day he died.

Suoh sat there, silent. He couldn't believe his ears when Sato claimed Akihito his son. One look at Sato's wife, told him everything. He wondered how they never knew the truth. He did the background check himself and found nothing. He wondered who could hide Akihito like that and for no one to notice.

Asami lit up a cigarette, staring out the tinted window. He sighed. Akihito was something else. Even before learning about his secret, Akihito gave him a fight worth his money. Akihito fought him tooth and nail and it was exciting. He had to forget the boy. He would only send one of his own to help protect Akihito. That is all he can give the young man now. It was time for him to move forward and run his business.

A week past and Akihito refused the hospital food, saying it tasted nasty. He packed his things in his apartment with Makio standing in the small apartment watching his every movement. Of course, his father got smart and refused to lose him again. What was the point of running? He finally told Kou and Takato everything, every little detail. They were shock but stayed silent. They told him not to be a stranger but he knew he wouldn't see them again. He wouldn't be allowed and he couldn't risk his father's enemies harming them. He stared at his cameras, the reason he was dragged back into the underworld. He traced the lens on one, remembering it was the same camera that got him into trouble with the yakuza. He jumped off a building to get away from Asami, only to be tricked into a trap by said man.

Makio asked careful not to upset the young man, "Are you ready, Master Akihito?" He heard the boy hasn't spoken a word to anyone. Fumika tried to make conversation but still Akihito said nothing.

Akihito packed his cameras in silence. He didn't know why he was bringing them. It wasn't like he would have a chance to use them. His life was over. He was going to be under his dad's control. He walked to the door without saying a word to Makio, one of the most loyal guards to his father. He didn't care what Makio said to his father. He walked down the stairs, noticing people from their apartments staring at them. It must be a shock to see a guard following him. He slid into the waiting car. He looked out the window as Makio drove away from the life he built for himself. He didn't care about anything anymore. He was lost in a world that had no interest for him. Where was the thrill? Where was the warmth? He lost it because he didn't speak up. Would Asami fought for him if he said something or would have the yakuza left him the same way he did? Makio tried to make conversation with him but he ignored the man. His father never listened. When he needed to speak, he was silent and his chance was gone. There was no point of speaking. They got to the front of the mansion. The servants ran to the car, grabbing his bags. He stepped out without letting Makio open the door. He saw some of the old guards from before and some new ones that he never met.

Iori stepped forward, bowing his head toward the young master as he spoke, "It is good to see you in good health, Master Akihito."

As soon as Iori greeted him, the others bowed their heads toward him. He shrugged them off and walked up the stairs to the mansion. Akihito didn't care for their loyalty. They were loyal to his father, not him. He knew the rumors within the guards. Some of them didn't like him at all. He walked inside to be greeted by his mother and father. Beside them standing was a woman he knew right away. She looked even more beautiful than she was five years ago. He ignored them as well and headed toward the steps.

Before Akihito could take a step, Sato spoke, "Chisa has been waiting for your return for five years. The least you can do is show her around the grounds, so you two can get to know each other."

Fumika stood there, waiting for her son to rant and rave, but he turned his head, looked at them and headed up the stairs. She couldn't see anything in those eyes. They were lost. She wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up. Her son was gone.

Upstairs, Akihito threw himself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't want any part of the woman. He couldn't love her and he didn't want her hurt. He closed his eyes, remembering what it was like with Asami. Did Asami have someone new? He knew the yakuza had lovers before him. Asami could had others while with him. He never knew and never asked because he didn't want Asami to know he cared more than he should. Now it seemed pointless. He should have spoke up, admitted his feelings. Then, he would had the yakuza in his life. He rolled over and he wanted to cry but nothing was coming. He felt so numb. It was like life didn't matter. It mattered when he was with Asami. Something about that man made him stand up and fight back. He curled into a ball. He didn't want to be in a cold place like here. He wanted to be in those warm strong arms.

Across the city, in a hotel room, Asami sat against the head board and stared straight ahead. The woman beside him had a daze look in her eyes. It wasn't the same. It didn't spark anything in him. He couldn't believe it. He had to admit, sex was horrible. He glanced to the woman and ordered, "Leave."

"What?"

"I said get lost. You are no good. Now, leave." Asami growled. He hated to repeat himself. She was the third woman he took and he couldn't feel anything. He didn't dare try with another man. He thought he had enough with men for a while. But women were not cutting it. He watched as the woman gathered her clothes, dressing quickly. He watched her storm out of the room to hear the front door slam shut. He was alone. There was a time where he wasn't alone. He stood up naked and grabbed his robe. As he put it on, he walked to the window. He slammed his hand against the wall and growled. Why couldn't he forget one boy? He had countless lovers in the past and he tossed them away like nothing. He did the same to Akihito but he couldn't forget him. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it. For this entire week, he tried to forget the other. He slept with women but he kicked them out after they were done. He went to parties, draped over by a woman. None of it worked. He thought about the young man while he was working. He dreamed of him when he was asleep, always waking up. For the past week, he only got twenty hours of sleep. His mind couldn't stop thinking about Akihito.

Kirishima walked in and bowed his head as he spoke, "Suoh took the woman home and we have one of our men inside Sato's group. He will give us information on Akihito-kun when he can get a second to inform us."

Asami didn't turn around. He sighed, "All right." He heard Kirishima leave. He knew his men knew something was wrong. Even though they could school their expressions, he saw some of them throwing worried glances at him. He hated feeling this way. Never in his life did he need someone as badly as he needed Akihito. Why did Akihito ran into his life? Why did Akihito have to be Sato's son? Why couldn't Akihito say anything to him at the hospital? All he needed to hear was one word to fight for the young man. He slammed his hand against the wall again.

"Hitting things will not help you. You might hurt your hand." A woman spoke from the doorway.

Asami turned his head to see an old woman with grey long hair. Her eyes shone in the dark. He turned back to the window and asked, "Which man of my told you?"

"Now if I told you that, then you would hurt the poor man." Rana retorted as she walked into the room. She took a seat on a chair by the door. She stared at the back of the man she knew. She sighed, "Why do you do this? You take on countless lovers and toss them aside like they were nothing. You are like your father."

"I am nothing like that bastard!" Asami yelled as he turned around to face the woman. He glared at her.

She gave him a sad look as she spoke, "You might be different from his ways but you are like him with lovers. Do you how many nights I waited up for him to only know he was with some other woman?" She stood up and walked to her oldest son. She mumbled, "I was alone raising two children. You and your younger brother are the same, always warming your bed with a partner only to toss them away. I thought this time you would stick to one person, but you tossed him aside. I feel sorry for that boy."

"Are you done mother?" Asami asked coldly. Her golden eyes stared at him straight in the eye, showing no fear whatsoever. Then again, he could never have his mother fear him. She was through a lot with his father. His father would come home drunk and beat her. She always stood in his father's way, protecting her sons. Then, when he hit eighteen, he wouldn't let it happen again. His mother almost died that night and he swore to protect her that time. So, him and Tatsuma, his bother plotted against their father. They killed their father. Tatsuma didn't want part of the business, so he took it and gained more power than his father ever did.

Rana sighed and answered, "You will never listen to me anyways. Tatsuma is in town. He wants a family dinner. I cannot believe you two. He is a lawyer fighting for justice meanwhile his brother is the most dangerous yakuza in Japan. I never did understand you two." She walked to the door and continued, "Tomorrow at seven. We will meet in Club Sion. Until then, think about my words."

Asami watched her leave and he sighed. He turned around to face the window. What was Akihito doing now? Did Akihito try to move on too? He wasn't sure what he would do to know that the young man moved on. He closed his golden eyes, sighing sadly. He couldn't forget the other man. Akihito always made things exciting and he was never bored with the other.

Back at the Sato's, Akihito sat at the dinner table, staring at the food like a curse. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to do anything. Chisa was sitting next to him. She would steal some glances at him but he pretty much ignored her. He glanced around the table to see his mother staring at him with a sad look. His father looked pleased with the dinner.

Sato putted his fork down and remarked, "I heard Asami has moved on. Last night he was seen with a woman hanging all over him. He is no good. See how quickly he forgets about you."

Akihito froze in his seat. Asami moved on. Why couldn't he? Why did he feel so numb about everything? He stood up, staring down at his dinner. He couldn't think anymore. He didn't want this life. He wanted to be beside Asami. He swept his hand across the table, knocking over his plate right on Chisa. He glared at everyone. He moved away to exit the room.

"Akihito, apologize to Chisa this moment!" Sato yelled as he stood up in rage.

Akihito turned his head to look at his father. He stared for a moment and knew whatever he said would make no difference. He turned around and exited the room. He had no words. He was lost for good. Asami moved on and he was left alone. He stopped in front of the stairs. He heard his father apologize to Chisa. He needed air. He walked toward the front door seeing two guards bowing their heads toward him. He opened the door with a slam and headed out to the grounds. He knew there were guards all around now. His father would never let him escape again. He felt someone following and turned to glare at the guard. The guard was Jou, new to the job. Jou was assigned to follow him anywhere. He turned on his heel walking down the path. By the moon light, he saw someone leaning against the tree with a cigarette. He walked toward the person. He knew who it was. Kaito never could stay away. He stepped in front of Kaito and stared into those green eyes. Why couldn't he fall in love with Kaito? Kaito was prefect.

Kaito saw those dead eyes. They were not the same. He wanted to see fire in them. They always burned with fight. He always got lost into Akihito's eyes. He took a hit and glanced to the side to see Jou standing there. He didn't know anything about the guard. That didn't go well with him since Sato has been attacked. He spoke, "Warehouse bay five is where the shooter is."

Akihito continued to stare at Kaito. Could he move on? He should. There was nothing holding him back. He leaned up, taking Kaito's lips into a kiss. When the kiss was returned, he felt tears roll down his face. There was no spark. Nothing at all. It wasn't the same. His heart truly belonged to the yakuza and it hurt. Why did love have to hurt so much? He would never love again. He won't let anyone else into his heart. He pushed Kaito back, hitting the man in the chest as he let his tears flow down his face. He was angry.

Kaito felt his heart break. Akihito kissed him to try to forget Asami and Akihito couldn't. He took Akihito into his arms, tossing his cigarette onto the ground. He didn't care that Jou was standing there. He whispered, "Why him? Why can't you feel for me? It would be better. I would treat you right."

Akihito wanted to say something but nothing was coming out. He pushed Kaito away from his person and walked away. Jou was following close by but he didn't care. The guards here could go to hell for all he cared. He hated this place. He couldn't forget Asami. He went inside the mansion up to his room. He looked around. It wasn't his home. His home was back in the city. His home was beside the yakuza. He grabbed the photos on the wall of his family, tossing them across the room, hearing them smash against the wall. He knocked everything onto the floor. Punching holes into the walls, he ran to the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and he didn't see himself. He only saw a hollow person, not the man he made himself to be. He punched the mirror, breaking it into a million pieces like his heart. He heard the door open but he didn't care. He slid to the ground, hiding his face from view.

"Akihito-sama?" Jou spoke for the first time since he met the boy. Akihito refused to look up. He looked around and saw the damage. He picked the young man up and laid him on the bed. He had to clean up the mess. He would be dead if Akihito did something to himself. He cleaned up the glass in the bathroom first and the broken glass from the photos. He glanced to the bed to see Akihito playing around with a camera. He asked, "Why do you not take pictures when you have cameras?"

"That life is over." Akihito spoke for the first time in a week. He remembered how he met Asami from this camera. It always came back to Asami. He watched Jou fix the room. After it was done, the guard wasn't leaving. He ordered, "Leave." Jou bowed his head and left him alone. He glanced to the window, then the clocked. The guards would be switching. He went to his window and climbed out of it. He had only one place to go to. He jumped down and ran out of the grounds. He knew there was no where to hide anymore. He would always be dragged back to the mansion. He ran down the streets, not caring if he was spotted. After fifteen minutes of running, he was in front of the warehouse bay five. He peeked inside to see his father's guards punching someone in the chair. He heard them talk, demanding answers from the shooter. The shooter was something else. The shooter wasn't saying a word. He leaned against the wall and mumbled, "Asami could make him talk." He heard one guard curse and a loud bang. He heard the chair fall over and the dead body hit the ground. He closed his eyes. He always stayed away from his father's businesses. He felt the wind blow against his body and he felt a chill in the air. He pushed away from the wall and walked forward to see Jou standing there with a car, not looking pleased. He walked to the man and whispered, "I'm glad I got to witness his death."