Author's note: I do NOT own The Finder Series

All mistakes are mine. So sorry for the long wait. I have been so busy I forgot I even had stories.

Chapter 2: The past will always catch up with you ~

Ikeda felt his hear shatter. He had been so stupid, so irresponsible. Why did I have to act so mighty, thinking that the kidnappers would give in? Ikeda felt tears run down his cheeks and he knew he might have well lost his chance.

Ichiro was gone.

Not if I can help it Ikeda growled. He left the detectives to their own devices and went into his study. He couldn't help but think this had Asami written all over it. It wasn't a coincidence that soon as the crime lord is released, his son goes missing. And worst of all Asami didn't know he was also the father. As he was about to leave, the phone on his desk started to ring.

Ikeda ran to the phone, "Hello."

"Are you ready to listen now?"

"W-who is this? Do you have my son?" Ikeda narrowed his eyes.

"Tabaka Akihito."

Ikeda dropped the phone, panic taking over instantly. Shit. Akihito took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

Akihito gulped nervously, "My name is Ike-.."

"BULLSHIT!" The caller snapped angrily.

"W-what do you want?" Akihito growled

"A trade."

Akihito gasped, "You have my son, don't you? Where is he? Please give him back."

The caller chuckled lightly, "You can have your son back but it will cost you."

Akihito frowned, "What do you want?"

"Asami Ryuichi's trade secrets."

Akihtio felt as though a knife just went through his back, "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really. So you weren't sleeping with the infamous crime lord? For two years to be exact Tabaka Akihito." The caller sneered.

"He will k-kill me." Akihito whispered, heartbroken.

"If you want to see your son again, you will do as I say." The call went dead.

Akihito looked at the phone, he listened to the dial done and smashed the phone onto the desk. It broke in several pieces, all over the room. Akihtio broke down, falling to the floor in a mess.

"What am I going to do?" He cried brokenly.

Asami will kill me and they will kill my son.

There was only one option in this whole mess. One he had promised he would never do.

He had to tell Asami Ryuichi. The man he had fallen in love with, the man he had betrayed.

He had to tell Asami, he was the father to his child. And Akihito just hoped it was enough to get Ichiro back.

Ichiro, my son.

Asami Ryuichi knew he had been a fool but he had not expected this from Tabaka Akihito. Not even a tiny bit. The boy had been with him for two years, cooked, cleaned, slept in his bed, did everything with him. And yet he somehow still had it in his heart to betray him. Asami will never forget that face, those eyes, that expression. The face that has nonstop been on his mind, the name he can't forget, or the boy he still strongly cares for. But Asami does not forgive and he does not forget. Where there is betrayal, there are consequences.

Asami picked up the file off his desk and stared at the name. Ikeda Kasumi aka Tabaka Akihito. You can change your name, change your appearance but you can never change who you are. Of course it had taken Asami, at most, a few months to track down Akihito, especially since he himself was locked behind bars.

Asami knew Akihito would be scared. He would run. He would hide. At most he will try and forget. But Asami wasn't going to let him off so easily. Akihito still had his heart and Asami wanted an explanation. After everything, how could Akihito betray me so easily? This thought alone left Asami impatient for answers.

The crime lord picked up Akihito's picture. The now photographer was stood with a little boy eating ice cream. Who was the little boy? He looked oddly familiar. Had Akihito done the dirty on him, knocked up some girl while they were together? Asami glared at the picture, his eyes locked solely on Akihito's.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

Ichiro had fallen asleep. He had waited and waited, crying out for his daddy but no one came. Ichiro blinked awake, rubbing his eyes softly.

"You didn't eat."

"Gah." Ichiro squeaked in shock.

"I don't want food. I want my daddy." Ichiro grumbled looking up at his captive.

The man bent down and faced Ichiro, "Your daddy is going to do some work for me. When he is finished you can go home."

Ichiro frowned, "Why can't you do your own work?"

"I need your daddy's help."

Ichiro smiled, "I can help too."

The man ruffled his hair lightly, "Nice try kid." He stood up to leave.

"Please," Ichiro cried, "I don't like the dark."

The man paused at the door, "I'll put the light on okay. Now please eat. Your daddy won't be happy if I tell him."

Ichiro nodded his head, "Daddy he's coming, isn't he?"

The man opened the door and closed it quietly, "That all depends on him." He muttered to himself but Ichiro heard.

"Daddy will come. He will, he will." Ichiro muttered, nodding his head furiously and wiping at his eyes quickly.

Feedback is welcome. To be continued...