A/N: GUYS! I SPENT MY ENTIRE WEEKEND WRITING BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS. I got way too excited by this chapter you have no idea. I'm going to be away most of next weekend so I was going to sit on this chapter and post it then in case I don't have time to write anything but I got so excited that I'm posting it now :x I have never written from Asami's POV before so I'm a little worried he might be OOC but hopefully it's okay. Also I stole the restaurant name from some fancy place in New York that I found on google so hopefully no one minds!

Asami sighed as he ran a hand through his damp hair. He was sitting in his robe on his couch in the penthouse with a tumbler of whiskey in hand, trying to sort out his thoughts. Whatever he expected from today, finding his soulmate wasn't it. Asami had been genuinely shocked to feel that shortening of breath and see the soft pulsing of light emanating out from both their chests. He had always assumed that he would never find this person. Why would he, with a past stained with sin, find his destined person when people far more deserving never did? And of all people it was this little brat, bright blue eyes full of innocence and honesty. He lit up the room with his bubbling laughter and exuberance, full of life and passion. A shining angel compared to a dark demon. Yet supposedly this was his 'other half'. A person that was supposed to fill a missing void. Asami had watched him during lunch, fascinated with his wild gestures and expression which held his thoughts open like a book to be pursued. And this Takaba Akihito surprised him more than once during the brief few hours they spent together.

"What's with that look? Do people normally come and try and leech money off you?" Akihito snorted. "Man, you need better friends."

Seeing that passion and enthusiasm, particularly when the topic of photography came up, Asami had decided to buy him a camera to replace the broken one. Even getting the most expensive one in the store was pocket change to him. He didn't think twice about it until then.

"What part of 'I don't want your money' did you not understand?"

Who was this person who told him no? Once he had recovered from his surprise, anger had taken hold. He had wanted to help, clearly Akihito was in no position to get a new one himself. Yet he stood there, defiance blazing in his eyes, glaring back at him. Asami sent people scurrying with his glare and yet this brat was standing there ready to go toe to toe with him over a gift of all things.

"You aren't used to people telling you no, are you?"

Asami wasn't sure what to make of this person who didn't want anything from him. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he met someone that didn't want something from him, be it money, power or prestige. The way he lit up when they walked into that camera shop only confused him further. Why would you turn down gift when it clearly meant so much?

"I can look after myself. I know you're my soulmate and all but that doesn't mean you owe me anything."

He had clearly seen the panic flit across his face as he had called Akihito to the register at the store. Seen him open his mouth to protest only to be cut off by Asami's phone call. Who was this brat that got under his skin in a few scant hours so that already he wanted to possess all of him, give him the world just to see those blue eyes light up in pleasure or that fiery stubbornness?

Akihito had made it clear that he didn't want anything from him, as much as that confounded Asami. But what did he want from the little blonde? Soulmate. His nature to take and possess was kicking in but in what way? The term soulmate was vague and for once he was at a loss to make sense of his own emotions. He sighed. This was not an answer he was going to find at the bottom of his glass of whiskey in the dead of night. Not this time. No, he would need to spend more time with this intriguing person by the name of Takaba Akihito.

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It had been a long day at the office. It had started annoying early due some trouble at one of the warehouses and had ended with an entire afternoon and early evening of paperwork. Kirishima had been watching him like a hawk too, as though worried that he would be distracted in light of recent events. Which was partially true but he could have done most of this tedious work with his eyes closed. Asami would have preferred something a bit more hands on to make the time move faster but his secretary was having none of it. Too many things needed his signature and all he had wanted was get to the time where he could go out for dinner with his little blue eyed brat.

Finally able to leave the office, his dismissed Kirishima for the evening and made his way to his waiting limo. It was time to go and pick up Akihito. As they made their way through the streets of Tokyo, Asami wondered what the evening would bring. Answers hopefully. He wasn't one to be so uncertain about things.

Finally at Akihito's rather poor excuse for an apartment, Asami stepped out of the vehicle and made his way to the door. Thumping footsteps could be heard after he knocked and it was soon thrown wide to reveal a mop of blonde hair and a cheeky grin.

"Hi! Um, I just have to grab my shoes," Akihito ducked his head as though suddenly shy. "You can come in for a minute if you want." He scampered off and Asami cautiously stepped inside. A glance around revealed a rather cramped space filled with things of varying quality and usefulness. A clothes rack in the corner, photos covering a wall and knick-knacks on the desk. But he was pleased to see the new camera and accessories all unboxed and splayed out across the little coffee table by the scruffy looking couch. It seemed as though Akihito had already started playing with them.

"All right! I'm ready." He was wearing a tidy pair of jeans and a nice shirt, tidying up much better than his rather scruffy appearance yesterday suggested. He led the way outside, pausing while Akihito locked up before opening the door for him to get into the limo. The photographer flushed at the door being held open for him and quickly got inside. Akihito seemed rather uncomfortable and fidgety until Asami got him chattering away about his day after which the grin came back and those blue eyes sparkled as he exclaimed over the new camera. He was practically bouncing in his seat when they arrived at the restaurant. Asami got to see the return of the adorable little blush after Akihito exited the limo and he placed his hand on the small of his back to guide him inside. There was a number of people outside, hoping to get a seat at the exclusive restaurant for the night. Many eyes turned towards them and a number of envious expressions could be seen.

"Annisa? I've heard of this place, isn't it super hard to get a reservation here?"

"The owner is an old acquaintance of mine," He glanced down at the awe-filled face staring at the grand entrance way as they walked inside. "She was more than happy to give us a table provided she got to meet you."

"So you do have friends."

"You sound so surprised. She is the widow of one of my subordinates. He died on the clock working for me so I gave her something to throw herself into before grief took over. I invested in this place, in her and she's managed to make quite a name for herself. I hold a number of my lunch meetings and functions here with big named clients and in return she juggles reservations for me should I choose to drop by."

"What was he doing that he died while working for you?" Akihito sounded hesitant.

"Do you really want to know?" Golden eyes pierced blue. "I will tell you but first make sure you are ready to know."

"I… No. Not right now at least," Akihito gave a small shrug. "I don't want to ruin night just because I'm curious." Asami was unable to reply as a short blonde woman strode up to them and threw her arms around his neck.

"Ryuichi!" She leaned forward to kiss his check while Akihito gaped at them.

"And this cute young thing must be your new soulmate!" She drew a very uncomfortable looking Akihito into a hug. She chuckled as she let go.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm from London, raised by a family of huggers and even after being here for so many years, I can get so excited that I forget that Japanese people are normally very reserved! But aren't you so cute! Ryuichi, you old dog, of course you get such an attractive little thing as your soulmate." Akihito was gaping at her and the blush was already making a re-appearance.

"Akihito, this is Motoori Anita, the owner of this fine establishment. Anita, this is my soulmate, Takaba Akihito."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Motoori-san."

"Please just call me Anita," She laughed. "Don't look so surprised! I'm not a stickler for formality when it comes to friends. Now, I have the perfect table for you both. It's a lovely warm summer evening and I'm sure you have lots to talk about so I've set up a private little balcony upstairs for you. If you both would follow me."

Anita led them up a flight of stairs and through a busy dining hall to a small open door near the back of the room. It opened up onto a balcony just like she had said, with a small table for two tucked off to the side, out of sight from the door, that was complete with candles, flowers and a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. He raised his eyebrows at Anita in question and she grinned back at him looking very smug. A very private, romantic dinner for two huh. She certainly outdid herself this time. She helped them both to their seats before pulling out the bottle of champagne and showing it to them.

"Please have this one on the house as a gift from me. Congratulations to you both!" She poured them a glass each and sat the bottle back down in the ice. "When you are ready to order or need anything, just press this button," She gestured to a small square device with a big button in the middle that was sitting to the side of the table. "And one of my staff will come out to serve you, otherwise they will leave you alone. I know how much you value your privacy Ryuichi. Now, please enjoy your evening." Anita gave them both a smile before leaving.

"Uhh…" Asami looked over to see Akihito staring wide eyed and flushed at the candles and flowers sitting on the table. He chuckled and earned himself a glare.

"I just asked for a table, Anita did the rest on her own accord. Just relax and enjoy the meal, I can promise you the food is exceptional." Akihito frowned.

"It's hard to relax at such a fancy place like this. Well, at least we aren't sitting out on the main floor I guess, that would be worse. I just feel so out of place," He gave an embarrassed shrug. "I get that this place probably has a lot of meaning for you considering what you said earlier but next time it doesn't have to be so expensive. In fact I would prefer if it wasn't. You really don't have to spend so much money on me."

"And what if I want to?"

"And if I tell you no?" He countered, blue eyes glaring at him with fiery defiance. Now that was a nice expression.

"Money is arbitrary to me. I just want to share nice things with my soulmate. Is that so bad?" Akihito huffed.

"It is if I don't want it. You really need to learn that no is no," Asami made a non-committal sound and those eyes flashed at him in annoyance. "Anyway, I wanted to ask how old you are? I mean, if that's not rude or anything."

"35, and yourself?"

"Wow, you don't seem that old. I'm 23, that's a big age gap." Asami's eyebrows shot up.

"I'm not old," Akihito snickered. "And I've seen bigger age gaps. No one cares if it's your soulmate. Not that you should put stock in what other people think. Now, let's see about ordering shall we?"

The evening was pleasant, and contrary to what Akihito had said earlier, he did relax once the menu was removed from his hands and he was distracted with food. His eyes went wide at the prices on the menu and he nearly choked on the champagne once he found out how much it was worth but a few well-placed questions to get him to talk and Akihito forgot all about it. He didn't let himself get quite so distracted with Asami's questions this time and asked a number of his own. Asami found himself feeling more relaxed that he had in a long time and was genuinely intrigued by the young man in front of him. Just like his memories of the day before, the photographer lit up with excitement, gesturing wildly with his chopsticks while he recounted some crazy tale of him nearly getting caught on a stake out for some dodgy politician. His laughter was infectious and Asami couldn't help but chuckle at his wild antics. He watched as emotions flickered across Akihito's face as he expressed delight over the food, curiosity over Asami himself and excitement over shared stories.

The last of the dessert had been finished by a highly enthusiastic Akihito and a contented silence had settled over them. Akihito was looking out from the balcony at the lights of the city.

"It would make a good picture."

"It would be better from the railing I would imagine." He gestured for Akihito to take a look and the photographer stood up and walked over to see.

"We aren't very high up yet is seems like the rush of the city is just background noise here. The lights are pretty too, they seem very peaceful for a city that doesn't sleep." He held his hands up in front of his face, making a rectangle between his fingers as though mimicking looking through his viewfinder. Asami was struck suddenly with how he looked, the lights from the city below played across the photographers face and framed his wistful smile. He was standing and moving forward before he even registered what he was doing. Asami reached out and pulled Akihito around before pressing him back against the railing, trapping him with his body and the cage of his arms.

"Wha-?" He reached up and trailed his hand across Akihito's cheek and running a thumb over his lips. Wide blue eyes stared at him and he could feel the pulsing heart beat racing under his fingers. Without thinking Asami leaned forward and captured Akihito's lips in a kiss. The photographer tensed for a moment before he melted against him. Asami wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer still as Akihito reached up to wrap his arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. A small teasing bite to his lip and Akihito opened his mouth with a small moan. Tongues tangling, teeth nipping and biting, both fighting for dominance. Asami could feel desire welling up and his control already starting to fray around the edges with his need to take and possess. Another small moan rumbled out from Akihito's throat and Asami knew. This. This was the answer he had been seeking in the dead of night.

Soulmate.

Mine.