A big thanx to my mom for letting me use her phone.


Asami was suspicious. His two right hand men, Kirishima Kei and Suoh Kazumi had been acting odd for the past two weeks. Whatever could have happened on Akihito's trip? Determined to get to the bottom of it all, Asami sent his men off on an "important invesgation". The whole thing was a set up of course.

With the two men gone, Asami set about his own real investigation. He searched both their offices. Only to come up empty. Undeterred, he made his way down to the floor in which Kei and Kazumi lived. Being the boss had its perks and one of those perks was having access to all his employees' homes.

Inside, he searched every inch of the large apartment. Making sure to return everything to its place. Kei and Kazumi were no fools, they would notice anything, no matter how small, out of place. Sighing, he sat down on the couch. He was thinking of another place in which he could search when he noticed it. A large manilla envelope laying on the floor beneath the coffee table.

Knowing he had what he needed, Asami opened the envelope. He skimmed over the paperwork, not taking in what it said at first. When he realized that he held DNA results in his hands, he read each word again and again. Scrutinizing it for any lie it might hold.


~DADDY~


It was a damn wild goose chase. Asami had sent themselves on a wild goose chase. Why? That was not like him at all. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Kei and Kazumi returned to Sion. They found Asami sitting in his favorite chair in his penthouse apartment. His suit jacket tossed carelessly onto the floor. The best ripped as if he had torn it from his body. His tie lay crumbled on the sofa. Asami had the top three buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Judging by the amount of cigarettes in the ashtray, the man had smoked two packs.

Not good.

"Sir..." Kei tried but the look Asami sent him had him shutting up and shivering in fear.

"Were the two of you a part of the plot to take my son away?"

"What?! No!" Kei and Kazumi were shocked by the accusation.

"Why would you not tell me that Akihitio is my son?"

"We didn't know how to tell you. We knew it would not be what you would want to hear. To know." Kazumi explained.

The bottle in Asami's hand broke. Shattering everywhere. Asami stood and began to swear. Pacing back and forth, Asami ran his hands through his hair.

"Your fucking right! My god, I was fucking my own son! I marked him! Introduced him to BDSM. I raped him. I RAPED MY OWN SON!"

Asami slammed his hand into the wall. Breaking the wall and his hand. Asami didn't notice. He just kept slamming his hand into the broken wall.

"My son!" Asami kept screaming the two words over and over again.

No one noticed the door to the penthouse opening. Nor the young boy who entered and gasped at the sight before him.

Dropping his bags and books onto the floor, Akihitio raced to Asami's side. "Oh my god! Asami what's wrong? What's going on?"

Asami spun around, golden eyes wide and crazed. Seeing Akihitio, he pulled the boy into his arms and hugged him tight. Nearly breaking ribs. Asami sobbed into Akihito's hair. Speaking unintelligible words.


~DADDY~


Akihitio sat in the world's most incredibly comfortable hospital chair. Asami lay in an unusually large hospital bo It paid to be the man. Asami was unconscious from an induced coma.

Akihitio held one large, rough hand in both of his own. He couldn't believe it. After all these years he had finally found his daddy. His real daddy. And he wanted him! He knew from all Asami had told him about his son, that Asami wanted him. His daddy hadn't abandoned him. Hadn't given him away or sold him. He wasn't dead. He even had his Uncle Kei and Uncle Kazumi. Along with a shit load of more aunts and uncles. Asami's operation was not a small one and many had been around before Akihitio had been born. It was more than he had ever dared to hope for.