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"Bad guy! Asami is a bad guy! I hate you!" Tetsuya's voice cracked.
Asami had to look away from Tetsuya, the accusing stare accompanied with tears was too much for him to take and he had to gulp hard to dislodge an invisible lump in his suddenly too dry throat. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Ryu's angry face morphed into a sympathetic look. He didn't wanted to know how he must be looked like now but at least, he knew that Ryu didn't hate him. Much. Glancing down at Akihito, Asami pulled the limp body against him closer, needing to feel the warmth from Akihito. Knowing Akihito, the blond would lash out tenfold harder than Tetsuya when he wakes up and honestly, he wasn't looking forward for it. If it was anyone else, he could have just cut their tongue to end their insults but this was Akihito in question and hurting Akihito would never be an option.
The thought of it reminded him of the incident where he assaulted Akihito. His jaws tensed, not liking at how he had acted at that time. The only thing that he could recall before he stormed to attack Akihito was anger. Looking back, he couldn't determine whether the anger was really for Akihito because deep down, he understood that anybody would run if they were in Akihito's place.
The first several years after Akihito left, he was filled with the similar rage that he experienced a few weeks ago. Why did he had to meet Akihito? If only he didn't meet Akihito, then, he would never have come across all the feelings that was driving him insane. He could have just continue to live like how he was taught to be. Perhaps the feeling of being fooled by fate got into him;showing him Akihito like a ray of light and only to drag him back into the depth of the abyss the next second.
The complicated situation he was in was beyond anything that he had ever involved in and so far, he saw no way but force Akihito to accept him.
Undoubtedly, Akihito would retaliate. Didn't Akihito had always defied him? That was the reason why he couldn't afford to lose Akihito. Akihito was a splash of colours in his world, a fresh spring breeze that he couldn't find anywhere else. No one but him knew how meaningful Akihito's presence in his life was—Kirishima and Suoh might get a clue but most likely only the rough idea that covered of what little fact they knew about the time before they had met. Akihito was more than that and no one but him understood.
Stirring lightly, Akihito's eyelids fluttered open a few times, his eyes adjusting to the brightness. His head was slightly spinning but his body was miraculously feeling refreshed and well rested. He had a good sleep. Propping himself using his elbows to sit up, he lazily swept his eyes round, expecting to see Tetsuya and Ryu still asleep. But what greeted him made him confused. Tetsuya and Ryu were indeed still sleeping but they were on his sides, not on their respective bed. He remembered that he slept on the couch and...
Akihito's eyes widened, his face paled as realization hit him hard. They were abducted by Asami. Akihito scanned the big unfamiliar room they were in for Asami but found no one other than the three of them. Careful as to not interrupt his sons' sleep, Akihito slid off the king-sized bed and tip-toed to the door.
Experimentally, he twisted the door knob, checking if it was locked but it turned perfectly and a flare of hope was ignited in Akihito. They still had the chance to run. He braved himself to open the door a bit, intending to have a peek of what could be waiting for them outside. There was a short hallway with a few doors on both sides but other than that, he couldn't see anything else. Asami had to be somewhere in the place they were in with his men guarding. As much he hated it, sneaking out was no longer an option; he had to plan carefully.
If only Feilong could come and get them out. Akihito shook his head, dispelling the thought. He couldn't involve Feilong any further in the mess. He left because he didn't want Feilong to get hurt and he wouldn't do any good if he regret his decision now.
In his trance, Akihito didn't notice Asami walking along the hallway and was now only a few feet away from the slightly ajar door.
"Akihito." Asami called out in a hushed voice, not taking any chance to wake their children.
Akihito jolted and drew in breath sharply as he stared directly into Asami's intense golden orbs.
"Come out to the living room." Asami turned and walked to the direction he came from, heading to the end of the hallway, where the living room was.
Akihito's body was refusing to obey his brain, not wanting to step forward and come out of the sense of protection the room gave him. Of course, the sense of protection was only an illusion because there was no way the room could keep Asami away from entering but at least it was reassuring.
Akihito forced himself to understand that he needed to do it, to go and try to persuade Asami and steeled his will as he slipped out of the room. His heartbeat was frantic, almost as if his heart threatening to burst in his ribcage. He was greeted with the sight of a spacey living room, furnished minimally in black and white , exactly how he remembered Asami's penthouse twelve years ago was like.
Was this the same...?
"Akihito?"Asami asked gently, snapping Akihito out of his thoughts. "Akihito, let's sit down."
Seething, Akihito couldn't care any less about sitting and talking like how he had intended originally.
"Asami, let us go. I don't want to be here." In his seat, Asami narrowed his eyes.
"You and our children are not going anywhere, Akihito."
"You have no—" Akihito paused, his mind processing a certain part of Asami's dictator statement "—what did you say?"
"Exactly what you heard."
Akihito paled again and Asami took it as an alert to not push Akihito to his limit. Making his voice less authoritative than usual, he said,"I know who they are to me, Akihito."
"H—how long...?"
"I found out about it a day after our encounter in Ginza."
At the mention of Ginza, Akihito flared up.
"So what?' Akihito glared at Asami defiantly," we were perfectly fine without you and certainly don't need you butting into our life."
"I am their father; they are part of me and they belong to my side. You, too."
"Asami! Don't you dare forget how I got pregnant with them. Don't. You. F*cking. Dare. I don't want to be any part of you and neither of my kids."
"I never forgot about it, Akihito. But what was done is done and there is nothing we could do about it. It's the best for us to move on and fix our family."
Akihito snorted.
"Our family? Stop hallucinating, Asami! There was nothing between us back then. Tetsuya and Ryu are my children; not yours, because to you, they are only an unexpected outcome of your selfish act," Akihito hissed "you know what? If you want a family that bad, go get a woman and f*ck her. There, problem solved."
A soon as Akihito had finish his sentence, he found his wrist in Asami's grip and Asami was staring down at him. He couldn't believe how fast Asami had moved.
"Don't degrade our children by making them equal to any children. They are precious to me, this family is precious to me and it's because they are my children and family with you. I want this family."
"Family is built on love and trust, not what you want. I don't want you anywhere close to Tetsuya and Ryu." Akihito tried to free his wrist but Asami's grip was too strong.
"You will love and trust only me. You have no right to deny them their right to know me, Akihito."
Akihito could only gape in disbelief, couldn't accept at how easily Asami had told him to do what he wanted. He felt his breathing turned heavy, his chest heaving up and down in his effort to control the wrath in him but soon gave up when he felt his eyes turned hot. Shocking both Asami and himself, he succeeded in pulling his hand free, and pushed Asami.
"I'm not your slave! You have no right to tell me what to do."
"I do have the right; I will be the only one for you and I will erase anyone who as much as think of you."
Asami's jaws snapped, his eyes burning hole into Akihito's glassy eyes.
"Who do you think you are, Asami? Just how arrogant and selfish can you be?" Akihito said in a low, hatred-filled yet shaking voice that made Asami speechless.
The burn in his eyes intensified and seconds later, all he knew he was wiping his wet cheeks away with the back of his hands. It was pathetic of him, to cry like a wimp in front Asami but he couldn't take it anymore. He let out the hidden sobs in his chest that had been constricting him for the long past hours, allowing himself to break so that he could at least be honest to himself. Screw it if Asami laughed at him, snickering over his helplessness or even beating the crap out of him.
Meanwhile, Asami watched Akihito broke in front him with wide eyes. He was the reason why Akihito, the only person he wanted in his whole life, was on his knees, crying like there was no tomorrow. The pained sound Akihito let out hurt him, deeper than he could imagine. Even being half-dead was better than watching Akihito like this.
"Akihito," Asami called out softly as he crouched onto the floor, kneeling beside Akihito.
His hands were extended to Akihito's shaking shoulders, longing to give some comfort to Akihito but before he could touch him, Akihito had harshly slapped his hands away.
"Don't touch me!"
But Asami couldn't bear to allow any more tears to fall from Akihito's anguished eyes. He ignored Akihito's protest and wrapped his arms around Akihito. Akihito trashed wildly, attempting to kick him off but he didn't let go instead, he kissed the top of Akihito's head many times. That was all he could think of to soothe Akihito. After several minutes, Akihito had turned into a mess, still sobbing but not moving; his energy was drained from fighting Asami who was still embracing him.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Akihito asked lifelessly, defeated.
Asami landed another kiss onto Akihito's head, breathing in the sweet scent.
"Because I want you."
Akihito could feel the sincerity in Asami's voice, there was no mockery nor lies and he had to laugh at it. He laughed so hard that tears returned to his eyes. In the end, Asami was still the selfish bastard. He knew it.
The totally unexpected laughter from Akihito was void of happiness, instead, it was full of sadness. Asami didn't like it and he never wanted to hear it again.
Feilong hid his glare behind the dark sunglasses as he and his men walked towards the room Yoh was kept in. He had received a message from Asami, notifying him about Yoh's involvement in the whole ordeal. At first, he suspected it as a ploy to trap him but later, all the pieces of information fitted Yoh's treason.
Kirishima and another colleague of his were checking a suspicious car when the driver of the said car sped off after he noticed their presence. The other man recognized the hood the driver was wearing and went after after the car. They shot at the car causing the driver to lost control. The inspection afterwards confirmed his identity to Asami.
Yoh was sent to Asami's hospital considering the injuries he had so that they could interrogate him. Probably due to the fact that he already got what he wanted, Asami decided to let him deal with Yoh.
"Wait here." Feilong ordered and opened the door and entered.
Yoh was barely awake, his throbbing head was bandaged and his body was too tired. Feilong stood in front of the hospital bed Yoh was in and took off his glasses. Murderous aura was surrounding Feilong with cold gaze that promised agony to whomever it was directed. But, Yoh didn't feel harmed nor threatened instead, he felt grateful. If him dying could lessen the sadness over the loss of Akihito and the children his master was going through, he would die gladly. That was what he earned for himself and he would accept it like a man.
"Fei...long-sama." Yoh's voice was hoarse and low.
"Yoh," Feilong hissed with unconcealed anger, "you betrayed me."
Yoh closed his eyes, trying to swallow down the guilt he felt was crushing him on the chest.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To make you return to Hong Kong."
His ex-right man answer was short, offering no explanation yet it was everything. But the bitter taste of betrayal was too much to handle, especially when it came to Yoh, the most trusted employee he ever had.
"You underestimated me, Yoh. How fool you are."
"I would never dare to, Feilong-sama. I had been at your side since in the beginning and I trust in your abilities."
Feilong scoffed.
"Your action contradicts your words, Yoh. Because if you didn't, we wouldn't be here right now."
"I didn't, Feilong-sama. Please believe me. I did it because you were distracted."
"Distracted? Akihito and the twins were never a distraction to me. They were my family."
Family, that was what they had meant to Feilong. Yoh never once regarded them less than that to Feilong but it still didn't deny the truth that they were indeed a distraction. Their talk wouldn't solve anything, no words could mend what had he done and he preferred bullets in his body over looking at Feilong's pained face or being watched in disdain by Feilong.
Deciding that this was it, the ending that he had been waiting for, Yoh wringed every last drop of energy in his worn-out body to get up. He ended up on the floor, his body protesting his movement but it didn't hinder him from crawling towards his master's feet.
"Begging will not save you, Yoh." Feilong spat.
"I don't want to be saved, Feilong-sama," Feilong's brows scrunched up in confusion ,"please kill me. I want to die at your own hands."
"What trick are you trying to pull?"
"I am not trying to trick you, Feilong-sama. This is my last wish. This is the only way for me...whose heart had been stolen by you."
Feilong stared down at Yoh, who just had tell him squarely about the last thing he could expect coming from most people—excluding Akihito— and when they did, it was only a lie.
"Excuse me?"
"I am in love with you, Feilong-sama." Yoh's voice held nothing but the truth but Feilong was in no condition to believe him.
"You— in love with me? Where does that audacity comes from, Yoh?"
Beneath the unfazed front he had put, Feilong surreptitiously battled with a resurfaced past—memories that he never wanted to remember again. The distant look that his once affectionate deceased brother gave him haunted his mind. He was unwanted, rejected and only Akihito would accept him. Only Akihito would because Akihito saw people for what they were.
Feilong gritted his teeth as he recalled the note that Akihito had left for him, which was currently crumpled in his slack pocket. The paper was so damp when he found it, no doubt that Akihito had been crying badly while he wrote it, some of the letters were smeared and almost unrecognizable.
Senpai, I'm sorry for doing this but we have to leave. I wished it never came to this but maybe we had been lying to ourselves all this time. This time would eventually comes. Thank you so much for what you had done for me and the kids. There is no way for me to repay you—although I know you will never want me to. I'm so ashamed of my coward self but I can never let you or the kids get hurt. I'm sorry for not answering to your proposal properly. I guess this means I'm not the lucky person that get to stand at your side. I'm sorry.
Your spoiled baby brother,
Akihito
How dare Yoh to speak of that taboo despite how well he knew that he hated it.
"Feilong-sama, I know you dislike it but this is the truth. I am not saying this to save my life. I have fallen in love with you long before Takaba-san appeared but I kept it to myself."
"Shut up, Yoh." Feilong hissed, not wanting to hear any further.
"Just this once, Feilong-sama. Just this once...please let me—"
Yoh couldn't finish as Feilong had kicked him on the head, sending him rolling a few feet away back.
"I said, shut up." Feilong whipped his gun out, pointing it to Yoh.
Ignoring the throbbing in his head, Yoh pushed himself off the floor and staggeringly, he wobbled towards Feilong. He wanted to look into Feilong's eyes as he dies, at least he could prove how he meant what he said. No coaxing or argument would sway Feilong's disbelief. He knew how broken Feilong was and how he wished he could return what Feilong had lost.
The small gap between them was closed as Yoh stood bravely in point-blank in front of the gun. Resignation and adoration were all Feilong could see from Yoh and there wasn't an ounce of fear could be seen. Feilong's eyes widened in fright although he was the one that was going to pull the trigger.
"I will serve you again in my next life, Feilong-sama. I will lay down my life to protect you again."
Feilong's body visibly tensed, his breathe caught in his lungs. Yoh's declaration was so sincere that it echoed his love for him and for this once, he found himself wanting to believe Yoh with all his might. For once, he wanted to believe that someone actually appreciate him. Then again, he reminded himself that Yoh was the reason why Akihito left.
"Shut. Your. Mouth." Feilong unlocked the safety catch, to show how close he was from ending Yoh's life. But that earned him a smile from Yoh.
"I love you, Feilong-sama." Yoh said in tone that convinced Feilong that he was ready to die and still, he wouldn't let him to doubt his heart.
Unable to hold the unstable stirs in him, Feilong pulled the trigger. The silencer muffled the loud sound, and all they could hear was a small crack sound. But the bullet wasn't embedded in Yoh's head. It merely grazed Yoh's crown before it went into the wall behind him. Blood had started to trickled down to his neck but Yoh paid no attention to it, Yoh was too stunned to process what had happened and could only watch Feilong.
"You will regret saying that, Yoh. I will give you punishment worse than death." Feilong said menacingly, his face had returned to the mask that he had always put on, cold and invulnerable. He will make Yoh drops his act and say the truth; Yoh was lying about his so-called feelings for him.
"Feilong-sama?"
"You are coming back with me." And with that, Feilong turned and went out of the room.
Still dumbfounded behind, Yoh dragged his feet, obeying Feilong. He couldn't decide whether he should be happy or worried.
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