Restart my life.
Chapter 17: Tell me again... why is it always you?
Asami growled. Izaya had royally pissed him completely off. But, Asami's mind was right now more concerned with Akihito, and the possibility of a spinal injury. His eyes starting to glaze over in rage, Asami's trigger finger twitched; he desperately wanted to put a bullet into somebody.
Asami's gaze flicked across the hospital corridor, and fixed on the small young woman still covered in his Akihito's blood, and what look liked a fresh bruise that began to show on her face. She was nervously fiddling with the hem of her skirt, wiping away the odd tear trying to roll down her cheek.
Asami made himself relax, then walked over to the girl. "You must be Suzumiya Haruhi. I am Asami, we spoke briefly on the phone." Using his least threatening tone, Asami quickly worked out that Akihito plus young girl with a bruise equaled damsel in distress/hero complex.
Suzumiya Haruhi winced as she smiled up at Asami, momentarily thinking 'he's really sexy for an old guy.' Haruhi blushed slightly.
"That's a nasty bruise you have there, young lady; it looks recent" she sniffled for a moment, trying to get the words out.
"Yes, sir. Sensei came in when my boyfriend hit me." She sighed, lifting her hand to try and cover the hurt side of her face. Asami gently took hold of her wrist to stop action.
"Call me Asami. And I think you mean EX-boyfriend now" Asami commented..
"Okay then, Asami. Mmm... yes, my EX-boyfriend hurt me 'cause he got jealous over…, well, that's not important. Sensei came in and helped me. Sensei snapped at him, and gave him a look, which made him back off; but when we finally got to the door, he shoved past us and left. Sensei took me to his meeting room, but left quickly afterwards." She started to look guilty, then continued. "There was a loud commotion at the exit down the hall. The faculty and I left together to see what the problem was. When I arrived, Sensei was bleeding pretty badly. Luckily, there was a young man administering first aid while someone else had called for an ambulance. He had me put pressure on Sensei's wound and told me to keep talking to him, to keep him awake."
Asami groaned internally, then sighed. 'So that's what Izaya meant'. Closing his eyes, he thought 'Izaya will be the death of me', then anger started to boil up inside: what was Izaya even doing at the university? Surely it wasn't a coincidence. Leaving the question be, he mentally filed it away for the next time his personal flea popped up again.
"Sensei Takaba was shivering, but smiled when I arrived and took over looking after him. He said something before he was bundled up into the ambulance", she said, blushing again at Akihito's comment.
"Oh? What did Akihito, I mean 'Sensei' say?" he asked, looking amused at her reaction.
"Well, I shouldn't swear, but seeing he mentioned your name..." nodding encouragement, Asami eyebrows raised.
"Excuse me for my language, but Sensei said 'Fuck... Asami's gonna kill me.'" Asami chuckled. Suzumiya smiled slightly; when he smiled, he seemed more handsome, and even his laugh was sexy.
"Akihito always did have a flare with words, Suzumiya Haruhi", Asami mused at Akihito's words. The young girl began fiddling with her fingers on her lap.
"Asami, is Sensei... is he going to be okay? It's all my fault, sir..." she whispered, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.
Asami grabbed her chin ever so lightly so as not to hurt the bruise, his eyes fixed on hers, like he was trying to give her a hypnotic command. "Sensei Takaba Akihito will be fine, and this wasn't your fault, not in the least, so don't blame yourself, understand." Slowly, she nodded, as he carefully wiped her tears away.
"Now, could you give the name and description of you now ex boyfriend to my secretary Kirishima here, please. We'll coordinate with the police investigation... Now, Sensei will be fine, so don't worry." Asami gently patted her hands as he stood up and walked away.
Asami was itching for a smoke as he stood by a window, his hip gently resting on the edge of the window sill. Thinking to himself: 'No, it's not your fault. But your young man IS at fault, and will pay dearly for his actions today, no matter what the outcome.' Asami closed his eyes for a brief moment, his thumb rubbing his engagement ring as he assured himself that Akihito would be fine.
Asami was still reeling after Izaya's little not-so-tasteful joke; he felt his heart had literally stopped when he thought it was his kitten lying dead in the operating theatre. Izaya never was one for decorum. What he was, was an obnoxious, maddening, malevolent little shite. Asami took a deep breath, still trying to organize he thoughts. It didn't help when Izaya first materialized out of nowhere. Then, Asami actually thought Izaya have gone again, their business being concluded. So why was he back so soon, why was he at Akihito's university... Asami exhaled in despair, 'Izaya is a bloody nightmare'; then he thought of the last time Izaya popped up, and Asami visibly flinched at the memory. Asami had owed Izaya when Suduo Shuu arrived breathless, wrapped up in a bow, at his office; but then Izaya had to go and pull another stunt, which would cost him, what?
Izaya was always one for the dramatic. Asami couldn't deny his little brother's abilities, he did bring him the bastards that had cost him three years of being together with Akihito.
*********************************flash back******************
Asami's dreaded adventure:
Asami was working at Sion when a knock sounded at his office door. Asami was deep in thought and hadn't noticed it. He had been reminding himself that Izaya had left, their business concluded. Izaya was busy with his own problems in his own district, that Kirishima had helped create.
The office door rapped again. "Enter", Asami commanded as he stood to look out his office window, stretching his legs.
"Good morning, Asami-sama" greeted Souh, as his head of security came into Asami's office and reported, his voice enthusiastic. "We found him, Asami. We have him tied up at warehouse two, ready for your arrival. The young man gave us no resistance, and complied immediately" Souh's usually blank face hinted at a grin..
Asami frowned momentarily, trying to remember what he was on about, when it dawn on him: the mole. Asami nodded in confirmation. Grabbing his suit jacket, Asami proceeded to exit Sion. "Kirishima, I need you to handle my schedule this morning while I deal with this situation. It won't take long."
Kirishima bowed, and acknowledged "Hai!" as he watched Suoh and Asami enter the elevator.
Meanwhile, at warehouse two, the mole was currently winding up the guards with a combination of witty comments and rude remarks; this was getting pretty annoying for the guards, since he was acting as if he wasn't in a life or death situation. Starting to get bored with the lack of reaction from either guard, an idea formed in the mole's mind while a devilish smirk grew on his face, which quickly turned into an innocent smile. Singling out one of the men, he started to hit on him: "Hey baby, you must be a light switch, because every time I look at you, you turn me on~" The guards both turned to look at the mole with very creeped out expressions; since he didn't receive a reply, he started up again. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar, then, hon? 'Cause you have a pretty sweet ass~"he said as he looked his target up and down, then finished with a flirtatious wink. Just as Asami and Suoh walked in, the younger of the guards lost it and delivered a solid punch to the mole's face.
Asami's limo pulled up outside the warehouse. It was a discreet place, the abandoned area around the dilapidated-looking building ensured privacy. Asami step out as Suoh opened the limo door. He wore his three piece suit like body armor, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Asami stood six feet tall, and cast a very large shadow; if someone were to get caught in it, it was said to swallow people whole, sending them to their own personal slice of Hell.
When Asami and Suoh reached the warehouse door, they heard muffle noises coming from inside. Asami paused for a second, as dread crawled up his back when he heard a very familiar playful voice, but he knew if he didn't enter the warehouse and stop him, he would cause more trouble than he was worth. Swallowing that thought down, Asami heard a laugh which made his eyebrow twitch, and then a thud. Opening the door quickly, Asami was greeted with the sight of something that he really didn't like: lying on the floor was a young man tied to a toppled chair, his lip cut and bleeding, and one of his guards was leaning over him with an angry scowl, huffing after just hitting their captive.
The young man laughed at the goon, until his red eyes shifted to the door and saw Asami standing there. Asami looked at this new dilemma with growing horror and amazement as he walked into the warehouse with Suoh. "Getting the party started, I see" Suoh nodded as he spoke to his guards.
Asami slowly turned to Suoh with what could only could be described as an 'if you want to live, shut. up.' look, which perplexed Suoh completely. "Untie him, now." Asami ordered. Suoh and the guards were stunned, standing rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"I said unite him. NOW. What did you think you were doing?!" Asami glared at the guard with a look as sharp and deadly as a knife. The prisoner just laughed at the sight in front of him and got up from the pile of ropes as if he hadn't even been restrained. He then jumped onto Asami in a tight koala hug and squealed in delight
"My hero~ My knight in shining armor... or a very sharp suit, in this case~" Asami didn't make any movement to indicate that he would remove the person attached to him as he knew it would be pointless, and just make the male whine in protest, and he really didn't want to deal with that.
Izaya quickly reached into his suit jacket, removed the gun out of Asami's underarm holster and shot the guard who had punched him in the kneecap in one smooth motion, all with an innocent face that could deceive the devil himself. Asami quickly took the gun out of his grip, thankfully without too much trouble from Izaya.
"Little boys shouldn't play with big boy things~ naughty~" Izaya growled lowly. Asami heard it and raised an eyebrow at this unexpected action, but within a few seconds Izaya's face just went blank, and he decided to cuddle into his older brother's chest, resting his head in between his neck and shoulder while maintaining a tight grip. "I'm tired. This is no longer entertaining, let's go home now."
Suoh was very confused with the whole situation. "Asami-sama. This person was caught hacking our security feeds. He was also making regular calls to that Sakazaki person."
Asami looked down at Izaya, and asked "Care to elaborate why you've been working at Sion, in the security department?" Asami didn't really want to know, as anything Izaya said would just give him a headache.
"Well, I can explain, but its gets boring. Let's just say Sakazaki hired me to spy on you. I thought it'd be a hoot. So your security procedures are shit, aniki." Suoh's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he hear the endearment.
"For the record, you have seven office workers that have been swindling your business for a good few month now. Some have gotten engaged, they even invited me to their weddings, so sweet."
Izaya's voice then turned cold and calculating. "And one belonged to a known gang member who had tried to persuade you to invest in his organization." A smile so dewy fresh came across his face. "Sorry aniki, he won't be showing up for work anymore. For some reason, he jumped yesterday morning." Asami was mildly surprised and turned his attention to Suoh for an explanation.
Suoh coughed. "Actually, sir, I was going to brief you on that employee's death. We were in the middle of investigating why he jumped when we apprehended this young man for spying."
"Well, you don't need to now." Asami smiled down at Izaya with approval in his eyes. "So, little one: why all this subterfuge?" Asami asked, mildly curious.
"I was bored and wanted some fresh air, and your guards were quite willing to take me outside. It was fun, 'til that…" he sniffed, pointing to the man on the floor, clutching his leg below his shattered knee cap, and howling in agony.
"Suoh, make sure he gets medical treatment" Asami was just ignoring the young man who had attached himself to his suit. Suoh was going into shock with everything that was going on, he had never seen Asami so accommodating as he was with this young man, other than Takaba-kun. Suoh slowly bent to pick up his wounded subordinate, and handed him off to another guard to carry out Asami-sama's order..
"Ryuichi, they described to me how scary you really were, and how I would beg for death before you finished with me" Izaya chuckled. Asami noticed that Izaya was actually tired, and let him hang on as it meant he could keep him out of trouble. Asami turned to leave, and said to the remaining guards in a patronizing tone: "You all got off lucky, he could have done much worse to more people. A word of warning: if any rumours of what happened here today get out, I will hunt you all down; or better yet, I will let Izaya here take care of it for me." With that, Asami and Suoh left the warehouse, leaving the remaining guards to stare at his retreating figure in confusion; but just as the door slowly started to close, they didn't miss the guy who was wrapped around their boss stick his tongue out at them while making a peace sign, leaving them agitated.
Once in the limo, Asami turned his attention to Izaya who was pretending to sleep. "So, my little mole, why were you working for Sakazaki." Izaya opened his eyes and grinned. "He paid a lot of money to spy on you and then even more to kill you, of course."
Asami hummed at the last part of the statement. "Which, depending on the day of the week, you would have done for free. Or more likely, for a bag of candy." Izaya shrugged his shoulders.
"Your security really sucks. I was working there for a few weeks when Sack-a-shit-zki approached me. It was better if I handled things, as you are doing a such great job with the media at the moment." Asami growled in annoyance at the last part.
"Seeing as Sakazaki trusts you so much, should we just toy with him for a while, dear brother?" Izaya smiled as the limo pulled away from the warehouse. "Izaya, if I take you home, will you promise not to come back? I thought you got what you came for. You got your teddy bear, and your notebook of dirty little secrets."
Izaya just looked at him. "Well, big stupid brother, I'll have you know that I am still looking after you. I'd thought better of you, you were beginning to lack in your judgement. You are not seeing potential dangers, and you're being so reckless lately..." Izaya clucked in disapproval. Asami snickered and shook his head. "Fine. How about I drop you off at that club you like to play at instead."
*********Present Day*****************
Asami was still slightly smiling at Akihito's last comment, then instantly frowned as the doctor's words wormed their way into his head. Spinal cord injury. Asami was more concerned about Akihito's mind if anything permanently damaged the energetic young man. Trying to push away negative thoughts, he stood, not hearing Kirishima approach. Asami was surprised when Kirishima placed his hand on Asami's shoulder. "Ryuichi, this is Akihito we're talking about. If I may be so bold, if he can put up with your… "physical intensity" over the last week or so, then with all due respect, this is nothing" he said, reassuringly, a tint of pink crossing Kirishima's cheek. Kirishima usually wasn't so open with what he knew or didn't know, but for him to say this now, Asami had to smile at Kirishima.
"Akihito will be under observation in recovery for another hour or so, but he seems to be doing well, sir. I'll also send Suoh to find the boyfriend." Just as Kirishima turned to leave, Asami spoke up.
"Very well, Kei. But don't hurt him. Akihito may have been ruthless to Suduo and Sakazaki, but that doesn't mean he would be towards a student. Let the police handle it, and let the courts decide; but once he's in prison for a few months, I want him stabbed on his left side, opposite of Akihito. And let him bleed out." Cold gold eyes reflected a maddening malice in Asami. Whenever it comes to Akihito being hurt, Kirishima could see a film of ice forming over Asami's heart. If anything should ever happen to Akihito, Asami would never know sanity again.
Asami watched the young girl sitting in the corridor, still crying. Asami pushed off of the wall, and went to sit next to her.
"Haruhi, how is your face?" Looking up as Asami stared down his golden eyes were sharp but somehow soft.
"Asami. It's better, thank you. Sensei Takaba saved me, if he hadn't come in, I'm sure he was going to hit me again. I was sure he was going to hit Sensei, but he froze. We didn't know anything was wrong, until we heard the commotion at the exit." She was trying to keep her tears from falling.
"Asami", Haruhi sniffed and smiled up at him "he smiled when he thought of you. I just wanted you to know, Sensei is really well liked at school. I'm not in his class, but I've heard that he is kind, understanding and would help anyone."
"Yes, Akihito is very special. He has a unique outlook on life which can be contagious." Asami smiled fondly. "Now, Haruhi, a piece of advice: if a man hits you once, he will most likely do it again, no matter what he promises. You are young and quite pretty, so you can do much better. For Sensei's sake, I am sure that's what he would say if he were here." Wincing again, she smiled, making a nonverbal decision that she would agree.
When a different doctor came out, Asami stood up and approached him. "And you are…?" the doctor queried.
Asami smirked "I'm his... brother." The physician nodding in understanding.
"Well, a five inch blade was pushed through his lower back, close to the spine. Sensei Takaba had lost a lot of blood, and needed transfusions. The blade entered at an angle, so the tip just grazed his spinal cord. The fact that he was walking unaided after the attack makes me very optimistic, but until he wakes up we won't know the full extent of his injuries. In my opinion, the possibility of any permanent paralysis is minimal, but if there were to be any side effects, after physio, they would just be temporary. I will check back again in a hour. He's resting right now, you can go in when the nurses are finished in about fifteen minutes."
"Thank you, Sensei" was all Asami could muster, as the sound of the young girl crying started again. She had overheard the conversation, and felt relieved. Asami noticed that she had been joined now by three friends.
Kirishima organized a private room for Akihito as soon as he was declared stable enough to move. Asami's own private doctor had privileges at the hospital, and was on his way.
When Asami walked in his private room, Akihito looked so pale, and so small in the bed with a blood and IV bag hanging on the stand next to him. Asami sat on side of the bed, and lifted his weak little kitten's limp hand and smiled sadly as he kissed the back of it.
"Akihito, why is it always you. You should have been able to dodge such an attack; you got me good a few times just this week…" Kissing his shoulder, he then rested his forehead against Akihito's. "Should I just keep you locked safely away, kitten?"
Akihito started coughing, his bleary blue eyes blinked up wide, startled to see Asami so close. Asami smiled and gently kissed his head. "Here, I'll get you a drink". Asami moved off and Akihito watched while Asami poured some water. As he moved the cup towards Akihito, he added a straw to let him sip the water more easily.
When Akihito could finally talk, he rasped out "I would prefer to be stabbed again than to spend months in your secret room."
Akihito winked. Asami smiled back, and rumbled "I said 'lock you up', nothing at all about the secret room. Nice to see where your mind is at, Akihito" he chuckled, kissing him warmly.
"I was wondering if Suzumiya Haruhi is okay. She was really scared, that little shite hurt her, then stabbed me. I didn't know he had a weapon, it must have been when we going to the door at my blind side, or I would have seen it, and kicked his punk ass up and down the hallway." Asami laughed.
"Suzumiya Haruhi is fine. She's waiting outside, where there are ten students gathered. The doctors needs to talk to you before any visitors will be allowed in.". Akihito was going to ask how he'd got in, momentarily forgetting who he was talking to. Asami read Akihito's expression, and guessed the question he was going to ask.
"I just told them I was your brother" he said, chuckling with great amusement.
"That's just great. I'm a gay man, getting fucked by my older brother, while marrying a bastard and having to move because my neighbors are complaining about the all the noise we make screwing" he griped as the door swung open. Akihito clamped his mouth shut, hoping to the gods no one heard his outburst.
"Luckily, being his doctor, I know Asami-sama well, and can tell you that you're far too normal to be part of his family." Akihito glared daggers at Asami while blushing furiously.
"Okay, I need to do a few tests. Takaba-kun, the knife tip grazed your spine, so there may be some temporary paralysis." Saying this, the physician dragged the bottom of his pen up the sole of Akihito's feet, one at a time. One foot reacted fine, the other seemed sluggish. He then tested the blond's reflexes on his toes, ankles, knees and legs with a fine wire used to test neuropathy damage.
"Takaba-kun, you have a slight delay in the reflex action of your right leg, confined to below your ankle. You have feeling, and I'm quite confident it's only temporary, so don't panic. You'll be climbing up the sides of buildings, and giving Asami-sama a reason to drink his expensive whiskey again very shortly" he said, giving them both a supportive smile.
Asami was brisk sounding when he said "We have plans to leave Japan next week for a wedding. Our wedding." The doctor was busy writing notes on Akihito's charts when he looked up.
"Well, congratulations Akihito, Ryuichi! I'm so sorry, but it's up to Akihito's body to decide when he'll be ready to leave. But, like I said, it's only temporary. He is going to be staying here for a least three or four days, and it can take roughly seven to ten days for any stab wounds to start to heal properly, assuming there's no infection, so my advice is to postpone any travel for a few extra weeks. Even if Akihito is pregnant, and that's what's triggered this sudden wedding, he shouldn't be 'showing' for a while yet, so you'll both look good in the photos for some time. And", the doctor smiled, "I will advise your student fan club gathered outside that you are not allowed non-family visitors for at least three days." And with that, he left the room.
Asami looked down into those cerulean blue eyes, glazing with tears. Akihito opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Asami took his jacket and vest off, rolled up his shirt sleeves, then carefully climbed onto Akihito's bed, maneuvering himself so as not to hurt his lover. He rested his head on his fist, and with his free hand, slowly stroked up Akihito's arm, along his collarbone to his neck, then down his jawline, and with a feather light tug on Akihito's chin, he made him look up at him for the first time since the doctor finished speaking. Akihito looked deep, searching for something in Asami's golden eyes as his tears started to fall.
Asami kissed him, full of understanding and protectiveness, letting Akihito know he wasn't alone. He lifted his lover's wrist with the metal cuff on it, and inter wove his fingers with the hand that still had Asami's cuff on, which also had his ring. Akihito's eyes looked at Asami's hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he saw the cuffs and the ring, remembering that this was just a temporary setback. Letting go for a second, Asami clicked the morphine drip and re-entwined his fingers with Akihitos. Slowly kissing and nuzzling his neck, he soon elicited a soft moan, and Akihito's eyes closed shut.
*******Izaya on duty************
Next morning, there was a guard at his post outside Akihito's room to make sure there were no unwanted guests *cough* *cough* Izaya *cough* *cough*, only to be blind to what was happening inside the room now, and what was going to happen in a few short hours.
Asami came to the hospital bright and early to spend as much time as he could with his lover. He walked straight into the private room and noticed a potted plumeria plant with a note reading "Sorry you got stabbed~ ^x^". Asami crumpled it up by reflex. He had to admit that the flowers his brother chose were delicate and unique looking, but he also realised that he should bump up the security as it was clear that Izaya was still getting in somehow.
Looking over to the sleeping blond, he softly caressed his cheek lovingly, when he heard the door open. "Are you a relative? Or a loved one?" Asami answered without looking away from his kitten. "He's my fiancé, actually." Once he looked up, he stared in complete and utter disbelief (and really wished he hadn't), his vision showing none other than Izaya dressed in a nurse's uniform. "Did you finally lose your sanity, Izaya?" The 'nurse' tilted his head in confusion, then tapped his name tag. "Who is Izaya? As you can see, my name is Patricia."
Asami looked utterly unimpressed as 'Patricia' walked over to the patient's bed, swaying 'her' hips in a flirtatious manner. 'She' gently pushed Asami out of the way and reached over the sleeping Akihito in a rather provocative manner, the hem of 'her' outfit riding up 'her' thighs. Asami, having enough of Izaya's shenanigans, grabbed him by the back of his pink, supposedly sexy nurse's outfit, marched him outside the room, and dropped him on the floor.
Asami leaned against the wall and crossed him arms while Izaya rubbed his butt to help with the it's sudden collision with the floor and pouted. "Aw, you had to go and spoil my fun." Asami's eye twitched in annoyance at the boy's idea of fun, which he should no longer be surprised by, at this point. "Is this how you treat women? No wonder you're engaged to a guy~"
Asami closed his eyes, no longer wanting to look at his cross-dressing younger brother. "Izaya... why?"
Izaya picked himself off the floor and patted down the back of his outfit to get rid of any dirt, and replied casually "Why what?"
Asami just looked at him as if he was stupid, which was far from the case. "Why are you here? Why are you dressed like that? Why are you in Akihito's room? Just... why?"
Izaya just twirled around and did a 'cute' girly anime pose. "Don't I just turn you on~ if you want to ravish me, I wouldn't refuse~" Izaya playfully winked, making Asami cringe in disgust.
Izaya then stuck out his tongue. "Joking~ to answer your questions, I am here because I care for our little kitten. I am the one who found him in his hour of distress in the first place, I even gave him mouth to mouth…" He gently rubbed his bottom lip " and he has such soft, kissable lips…" he licked his lips as if trying to recall the memory.
Asami grabbed a handful of Izaya's dress and pulled him forward. "Do. Not. Touch. What. Is. Mine. Do you understand?" Izaya raised his hands in fake surrender. "I saved him, you should be grateful~" he shook his head in mocking disappointment at Asami.
Not letting go of Izaya he, asked "What were you even doing at the University in the first place?" As soon as he spoke those words, Izaya laughed as if he has heard the funniest thing in the world. He collapsed, tears in his eyes, slapping one hand on the floor while the other was around his waist like it was starting to hurt from laughing so much.
Asami stared at him questioningly, and started to get concerned for the boy's mental state. Once Izaya had calmed down, he began to wipe the tears from his eyes and finally managed to gasp "They hired me as the University's student counsellor! Everyone really is stupid and naive, it's so fun, messing with people's judgements and their minds~" he quietly began to laugh to himself as he relived the memories. Asami just wanted to bang his head against the wall. Well, first Izaya's, then maybe his...
Izaya, once composed, reiterated how he had found their little Aki-chan.
Flashback (At the university)
Walking around, proud and amused by his recent activity, only a few days previously the university accepted him as their counsellor; he was both close to Akihito and he was able to mess with naive minds. It was a win-win deal on his part.
It was late in the day; most students had gone home, along with some of the teachers, leaving the building seemingly abandoned and deadly silent, so it was only natural that Izaya would look for entertainment. He had just finished 'talking to' and 'helping' a female student up on the building's roof; (you could say she wouldn't be around for a long while), anyway, he knew there's a staff meeting about an upcoming Arts Department trip taking place near the cafeteria.
He immediately recognised a familiar figure standing with his back to him. A wicked smile appeared, however, it turned into a confused expression as he noticed the blond in front of him had not moved an inch, and was staring intently at something. He also noticed that his hands had curled into fists. Raising an eyebrow in interest, he leaned to the side to see some male, who in his opinion looked pathetic and not worth his time hit a female who was in tears, and who's eyes were filled with fear. It wasn't even worth a laugh, he was just curious to see what a certain little kitten would do; he was the only reason Izaya stayed as long as he did.
He watches as Akihito grabbed the male's hand that was about to strike the young woman again.
"There is no reason to hit a girl or anyone else." Izaya watched in slight amusement as Akihito helped get the female upright, to get her out of that situation, just to be stopped when the male grabbed hold of Akihito's arm, only to receive an icy challenging glare which made the male student let go of his arm and back off. As they got to the door, Akihito's attention was more on the female, and he forget about the male in the room behind them.
He did not sense the boy coming behind him and push past them both. Izaya decided to hide in the shadows and follow 'their' kitten. Akihito burst into the meeting, getting the attention of everyone present, their once-annoyed expressions from the rude intrusion quickly turned into concerned looks as they quickly went to help the photographer and the bruised girl.
Izaya followed Akihito out into the corridor and watched him begin to stagger, then collapse. He knelt down, assessed Akihito's condition, and put pressure on the knife wound, making Akihito bite his tongue in pain. Just as the blond was about to pass out, Izaya tutted and said "Now look what you have done~ Making trouble for Big Brother. Looks like I have to take care of this mess~"
"So, here I am, giving extra special care to my little Akihito, and you just always see the negative side of things, you old spoil sport." Izaya looked down at his invisible watch on his naked wrist, and squeaked "Oh, look at the time! I'll be late for work…" Just as he was turning to leave, Asami grabbed the collar of the uniform to halt Izaya.
"Let me make this crystal clear, sweetie. Don't go near Akihito." Asami's voice was low and deadly.
"Yeah, yeah". Izaya said, rolling his eyes, and bending his fingers to touch his thumb, making talking motions in time to the words. 'He's mine.' Got it." Asami watched Izaya skip down the hospital corridor.
Pulling out his phone out, Asami called his secretary. " Kei, find out why my" rolling his eyes "my crazy-assed 'brother' is working both here at the hospital, and at the university." Disconnecting the call, he headed back into Akihito's room.
Kirishima just wanted to bang his head on his desk top when he heard Izaya was back. 'I don't want to deal with him anymore', he mentally whined to himself. 'Doesn't Suoh have one of his rookies on "the shit list" to look after him? Ryuichi definitely doesn't pay me enough for this crap!'