Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.
Warnings: Angst
Pairings: Asami/Akihito
Chapters: 9/11
Summary: One night ruined everything for Akihito and for years he has lied to keep his dark secret just that; a secret. What happens when it starts to be known to people?
Notes: Thanks for all the lovely comments/reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think.
Chapter Nine:
Akihito walked inside and whistled. The place was huge and everything was nice. He walked around, checking everything. He saw some cameras in the corner. He walked over to them. It was like they were calling for him. He ran his finger over one small camera. It felt special to him. He didn't know why but it did. He asked, "Are all these mine?"
"Of course. You love taking pictures." Asami answered, amused as he watched Akihito check every room out. When Akihito entered the master bedroom, looking around, he spoke, "It is our room." He saw the other's face turn red. He wrapped his arms around the small waist. He sighed, "You can have the guestroom until you are comfortable sleeping with me."
Akihito felt guilt for not be able to sleep in the same bed as his lover. He pulled away from the embrace. He also felt pain for getting the guestroom though. He pulled open drawers, noticing nice looking clothes. He could tell it was the older man's. He had the sense he didn't dress in nice clothes. He opened other drawers to see jeans and t-shirts. He was positive they were his clothes. He ran his finger over the fabric as he spoke softly, "Some part of me is glad that I don't remember while another part demands me to remember. Isn't that strange?"
Asami walked to him. He realized that the boy was talking about his dark past. He spanned the boy around. Those hazel eyes looked shocked. He didn't know what to do or say. He was confused about it all. He took the boy's chin and lifted his head. He leaned forward, seeing those cheeks turn pink. His lips softly touched the boy's, in a sweet gentle kiss. He didn't want to push himself onto the boy. He had to wait or he could loss Akihito forever.
Akihito felt like he was in heaven. But this was different, it wasn't the same. He wasn't sure but he wanted something else. He pulled back with guilt in his eyes. He was frightened to see lust and desire in those golden eyes. He walked around the older man and changed the subject, "You were going to tell me everything that happened between us." Asami nodded his head and followed him out of the bedroom. He sat down on the couch and the older man sat on the sofa away from him. It hurt in his chest to see that. Asami started to speak about how they met.
An hour later, Asami stopped talking. He stared at his boy the entire time. He saw those eyes widened a few times and the body shook. He wanted to take the other into his arms and stop all fear from the other. He leaned back and continued to stare at the other. He told him everything about how they met, their second meeting, and how Fei Long took him. He only let one detail out; that Akihito was using him in the beginning to revenge his family's death. He wasn't sure if he should tell the other about his family yet or if he should ever tell him.
Akihito stood up and paced the room. This man was ruthless and there were many dangers around the man. It was exciting and frightening. He felt both. Why would he feel excitement about that? He was kidnapped already, forced to serve someone else. He stopped dead and looked at the man sitting there. This man said he came for him, injured. He finally said something, "I need time to think."
"I'll make dinner. You need to eat something before you go to bed." Asami replied, ignoring the last statement. He didn't want to hear those words. Yes, some part it was best for the boy to forget, but other parts he wished the boy remembered. He walked out of the room to start dinner. Akihito always made dinner at nights. It was pleasant to come home to have dinner ready for him even those nights that he was late.
He walked into the penthouse, tired and starving. He didn't see one light on and figured his lover went to sleep. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. To his surprise, there was a plate covered up with a note attached to it.
'Bastard, you should have came home when it was hot. I swear next time, I won't leave you any of my cooked food. Bastard.'
Asami missed those moments. He missed the fighting boy who would push his buttons. He started to cook a good dinner. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall while the food was cooking. This was so hard and it might all fire back in his face. He might just lose the boy for good. What was keeping the other with him now? He couldn't use force. That would scare the photographer and this time he didn't want to do that. Their relationship has become something more than a cat and mouse game between them.
Akihito watched the older man from the doorway. He sighed in guilt for what he was doing to the man. He could see the tension in the man. He walked away before he was caught staring. He sat down on the couch. He really did have to think. He should run. That was what his mind was telling him to do, but his heart was a different matter. He placed his hand over his heart and felt it beat faster as he thought about the older man. The dream told him to go back to his light, but why was someone so cold his light? He didn't understand the dream or now. His body and heart was reacting to the yakuza.
An hour later, they both sat at the table to eat dinner. The boy was quiet, so Asami said nothing either. What could he say? What was needed to be said? He had no idea about things like this. It would be simpler if the boy remembered their relationship. The photographer would realize that they belonged together even with their harsh history.
The photographer sat there, poking at his food. He knew this wasn't how they had dinner. He swore they fought during dinner. Why would they fight though? He felt things but they made no sense. What kind of relationship did they have? Refusing to meet the older man's eyes, he asked, "Do you love me?"
Setting down his fork, Asami looked up from his food. Hazel eyes were looking everywhere else but at him. He spoke, "Akihito." The boy turned his head and looked at him. He stared straight into those eyes and he said something that he told no one, "I truly have fallen to you. Yes, I do love you."
Akihito was shocked to hear those words come out of the yakuza's mouth. He didn't know why but he was. It felt strange to hear feeling in that voice. He pushed his plate aside and stood up. He muttered, "I think I'll head to bed, now." He couldn't reply to the older man. He didn't know what he was feeling, what he felt for the other before he lost his memories. He walked passed the man until his arm was grabbed. A wave of excitement swept throughout his body when the grip was tight. Why was this turning him on? What was it about this dangerous man that made him feel faint?
Asami stared into those hopes. He saw lust and doubt in them. He released his hold of his boy. He spoke while lighting up a cigarette, "Good night, Akihito." There was some hope. The boy might not remember, but his body wasn't lying to him. The body never lies. He watched as Akihito stumbled out of the dinning room, down the hall to the guestroom. He rather have the photographer sleeping next to him. It would be very lonely in the bed tonight. He started to get used to the warm body pressed next to him.
Akihito entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He lent against it. He was hot now. He shook his head. He wondered if they were like that every time. He stripped himself to his boxers and lay down. Everything said today wearing him down. He fell asleep quickly.
He was in front of a lovely house. He stood right in front of the door. He felt like knocking but something told him he didn't need to. He raised his hand and gripped the door knob.
'Do not open the door, Akihito.' A female voice spoke softly.
He turned around and stared at a young girl from his other dream. He tilted his head and whispered, 'Why not?'
'You.' She answered back.
'I'm the reason?' He asked confused.
She smiled at him and whispered, 'Do not open the door. Do not open the door. Do not open the door.'
Akihito woke up startled and he sat up in bed quickly. He raised his hand and felt tears rolling down his face. He didn't want to be alone. He was frightened by the dream. He moved from the bed, grabbing a pillow. He crept out the guestroom down to the master bedroom. He was ready to knock on the door but he didn't want the older man to know he was weak. He turned the door knob and slowly entered the room. He looked to the bed to see the man was asleep. He moved to the bed and slowly sat on it.
Asami sighed without opening his eyes, "Akihito, what are you doing?"
"How do you know it was me when your eyes are closed?" Akihito questioned, trying not to answer the yakuza's question.
"You are the only one in the apartment and my guards would have told me if someone was trying to harm me before they even got here." Asami answered as he opened his eyes. Looking at the boy only in his boxers was doing something to him that he didn't need happening right now. He continued, "So, why are you here?"
Akihito sighed, "I had a nightmare." He saw Asami's eyes widened and he went on, "Well it wasn't really a nightmare. I was in front of a house but this girl who sort of looked like me told me not to open the door. I asked why not and she said you. She meant it was because of me why I shouldn't open the door. It scared me." He was pulled against the strong naked chest and he felt his face heat up. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. He didn't understand it at all. He whispered into tan skin, "Let me stay here where I'm safe. I'm afraid to open that door."
He felt wetness against his chest but made no comment of the boy's tears. He pulled down the blanket and laid the boy down in his arms. Asami kissed the top of Akihito's head and whispered, "Sleep, Akihito. Nothing will get you here." The boy nodded his head against his chest. Feeling the other so close made things happen, but he knew the boy was far away from him. Also the dream was something. He figured out that the photographer was seeing his sister. He saw pictures and he could easily mix up the two if they weren't different sexes.
Akihito felt relieved to be able to sleep with the older man. It felt so familiar. It was like he has done it forever. He must have slept with the older man countless times since they were lovers. He curled closer to the warmth. Sleep finally took him under.
Asami rubbed the boy's back, trying to make sure he fell asleep. Should he tell the boy about his family? Was that the right thing to do? How would the boy react? He didn't want to see those eyes dead again. It was haunting the first time. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to do at all.
The next day, Akihito awoke alone. The bed was empty. He felt the other side to feel it cold. He crawled out of the bed and went out of the room. He saw Suoh glancing over to him as he was setting dishes down. He tilted his head, looking for the yakuza.
Suoh spoke noticing the confusion, "Asami-sama had some business to tend to. He has been away for a while and he was needed. I am here to help in any way possible." He was told what to answer and what not to.
Akihito nodded his head sadly. He was hoping to talk to the man again. He ran back in the room to get ready for the day. As he went back out dressed, he asked, "Asami is hard to understand." Suoh said nothing just stared at him. He sat down and asked, "What is our relationship like?"
"Yours and Asami-sama's?" Suoh questioned back. The boy nodded his head. He was setting more plates down and answered, "Well in the beginning, you were something that excited him. When we had you cornered because of you butting into our business, you didn't bow down and give him answers. You ran and jumped off a roof to escape us. After a while, when Asami wanted you, we would have to chase you around the entire town to get you. Then when Fei Long had you the second time, the boss wouldn't listen to any of us. We tried to tell him to heal first but he wasn't hearing any of it. He said that he had to get you back no matter what even if it cost him his life. It was the first time, he claimed you his lover."
"Do I love him?" Akihito asked.
Suoh froze on spot and sighed, "Kid, that isn't something I can answer. But you have told me you fell for him."
Akihito sat back and asked, "What am I like with my family?"
Suoh froze again. He didn't know if the other was remembering. Then he remembered the only family Akihito think was the Takabas. He started to put food on Akihito's plate and answered, "You never visited them or ask them to come over. I don't believe I ever saw you call them and I never heard you talk to them."
"Why would I distance myself from them?" Akihito questioned. He was curious about everything. He needed more information to put the pieces together. He could tell Asami was holding something back from him.
Suoh didn't know how to answer that. He knew the answer but his boss told him to not say anything about Akihito's real family or what happened. He lied, "How would I know? We don't talk that much about personal matters. I usually chase you around the city until I catch you and bring you to Asami-sama."
"Can you take me to him?" Akihito asked with hope in his voice. He needed to see the man to know he was sane. That everything was true. He ignored how the guard was hiding things from him. He got the feeling everyone was walking on egg shells around him.
Suoh shook his head and retorted, "I'm sorry, but I can't take you there. Asami-sama is real busy with things."
"What things?"
"It is best you do not know."
"Do not hold information back from me. I'm his damn lover!" Akihito snapped. He needed to know what was going on around him. He wanted to feel complete again. Would he feel complete with his memories? But something inside of him told him that he didn't want to remember.
Suoh almost dropped the plate in his hand by those words. It was like the past repeating itself.
'Where is he?'
'Do not ask questions. I am only here to keep you safe.'
'I will damn well ask questions. What things have he got himself into?'
'It is best you do not know.'
'Do not hold information back from me. I'm his damn lover!'
Suoh snapped out of the past when his arm was touched. He looked into those hazel eyes. They looked so lost and frightened. No, this wasn't the same boy he knew. He answered, "The Takabas are fighting the right over you against Asami-sama. Asami-sama is calling in favors so they can't make you leave or do anything against you that you may not wish to happen."
Akihito stared at the man. It was confusing how the other wasn't saying his family but Takabas. He sighed and walked to the large window. As he stared out of it, he spoke, "For whatever strange reason, I trust your boss. He has been the only one I felt trust for and the only one who has been telling me things." He turned his head and continued, "Even though I know he is still hiding something from me like you are."
Suoh answered, "Keep your trust in Asami-sama. You always have trusted him." He ignored what other things the boy said. He would tell his boss and leave it up to the man to make the decision. He bowed his head and went into the kitchen to get the food out in the open.
At Club Sion, Asami was sitting in his chair with a cigarette in his hand. He sneered over the phone, "I do not care how it is done, just make sure they can't get right over him. Pay the damn judge off if you have to. I do not care about the cost. Akihito is not leaving my sight." He listened to the lawyer and slammed the phone down. He picked it up and called an old friend. When it was answered with a sleepy reply, he spoke calmly and coldly, "I'm calling in my favor."
"Hello, Asami-san. I was wondering when you would call in a favor. I will do whatever you wish, just name it." The judge retorted.
"There is a fight for the well being of Takaba Akihito. Right now, I have legal right over him signed by him. His so called family is trying to fight me on it. I want to make sure the right is still mine." Asami went straight to the point.
"Well I never thought it would be something like that, but if you are sure this is the favor you want." The judge responded.
"I'm sure. Just make it happen." Asami said coldly as he hung up the phone. Yes, he planned to use the judge just in case he got caught in illegal workings but Akihito meant more to him right now.
Kirishima walked in to see the ashtray filled with cigarette butts. He gave his report, "Suoh has called. You were right, Akihito-kun has been asking questions. Suoh has not said anything about the Makotos but Akihito-kun is starting to notice we are withholding information."
Asami waved Kirishima out and turned his chair around to face the large window behind him. Akihito came to him last night, trusted him. Shouldn't he tell the other about his real family? Would it bring more pain to the boy who suffered enough? He still had no idea how to bring that topic up. He turned around and stared down at the papers that the Takabas filed against him. He couldn't let them near his boy. Who knew what they would put in his head? He could tell they would never tell him the truth. But wasn't he doing the same thing? He swore to never lie to his boy. He sighed, still unable to come to a decision. Picking up his phone, he called Suoh. On the third ring, it was picked up and he ordered, "Bring him here." He got his reply and hung up. He didn't want to hurt his boy but withholding information would hurt him too.
At the penthouse, Akihito jumped in excitement. He didn't know why. He ran to the master bedroom, throwing some clothes behind him. Asami wanted to see him and there was some kind of excitement with that. He threw on some tight black jeans and a red t-shirt. Maybe he could get answers. He wanted the rights to be with Asami and not the family that he was told that he didn't even stayed in touch with. He ran back out to see Suoh by the door holding a jacket for him. He grabbed it with a happy smile. His memories were bothering him but he knew he trusted Asami. He felt like that was the only person he ever trusted. He felt the warm air hit him in the face as he stepped outside. Suoh stopped in his tracks and he looked at the three people standing there. He asked, "What do you want?"
"Hey Akihito. We heard what was going on. We wanted to let you know that we are here for you." Kou spoke as he stepped forward. The blonde man looked at his friend and stepped in his way.
Hiteshi stated, "I was hoping to talk to you. We really need to talk."
"Get it through your head, I. DON'T. TRUST. YOU." Akihito stressed out his words. He saw surprised looks on the other two standing there. He grabbed a hold of the blonde man's arm and mumbled, "I want to see Asami."
"Don't you get it? He is using you, Akihito. He doesn't give a damn about you. I'm your brother for goodness sakes." Hiteshi retorted.
"Wow, take a step back. Damn it Hiteshi, you didn't say we were going to upset our friend." Takato growled. He turned around to face the man. He sneered, "We were met to give him our support, not tell him to leave someone he is with."
"That man is no good for him. He is a damn yakuza. Is that what your friend to be with?" Hiteshi questioned back.
Kou threw a punch and watched Hiteshi fall to the ground. He glared at the man and spoke calmly even though he wasn't feeling calm at all, "I do not give a shit what you are saying. If Akihito gave all right to that guy, then that meant he trusted him and loves him. I will not push my friend down for that."
Akihito stared at the people. This guy was his friend. He looked at Suoh and asked, "Are they my friends?" He didn't feel like he trusted them as much as Asami but there was something about them he favored.
Suoh turned back and answered, "Yes, Akihito-kun."
"I'm Kou and this is Takato." Kou answered as he walked to his friend. To his horror, Akihito took a step back from them. He glared at Hiteshi for ruining everything. He didn't know the other man wanted to put down his friend for his choices.
"I'm sorry but I'm meeting my lover right now." Akihito spoke as he stepped toward the car with Suoh opening the door for him.
"Tell me, Akihito, how the hell do you know that guy is your lover? You don't remember anything and he might just be lying to you." Hiteshi said as he stood up.
When Akihito froze, Takato stepped in front of Hiteshi way. It was true no one knew until the hospital. Could it be true or false? Was the man really his friend's lover?
Akihito turned to look at the one who calls him brother and said, "I might not remember but I know my heart. I'm listening to my heart and it is telling me he isn't lying. Besides, he must have meant something to me if I signed my rights over to the other." He slid into the car and the door was shut. His emotions were getting the better of him. He knew the older man was withholding information. He needed to know.
At Club Sion, Asami tapped his pen against the desk. His boy should have been here by now. He wondered if something happen or if Akihito didn't want to see him. When did he start to worry about things like that? He heard the door and turned to face with an upset boy. He asked, "What is it?"
"Sir, Takaba Hiteshi paid a visit with Akihito-kun's friends even if the friends fought for him, I'm afraid Hiteshi upset him." Suoh reported. He bowed his head as he waved out of the room.
Akihito looked up to see those golden eyes on him. He stepped closer. His heart told him to trust this man even though he knew information was being withheld. He spoke calmly even though his heart was beating so fast, "Tell me the truth. Stop hiding things from me."
"The truth is the Takabas are your adopted family." Asami retorted.
"What happened to my real family? Did they give me up for adoption?" Akihito asked, close to tears. He needed the warmth. He sat on Asami's lap and stared into those eyes. He wanted the entire truth.
"They died when you were fifteen." Asami answered honestly.
