Hello everyone! I'm so glad that everyone seems to be enjoying the story so far. I had a terrible time with this chapter and rewrote the first half probably five times before I settled for what's below. I hope it's satisfactory to everyone and that the extra length makes up for any unhappiness or disappointment with the first half as well as the extra wait you all had for this chapter.

Chapter 8

When Asami arrived Akihito had already stripped completely, his back to the door as he stood in front of the expanse of windows where the curtains had been drawn back. He was cloaked only in moonlight, even the bright lights from the city below seemed to fade in comparison to the way the moonlight clung to Akihito's already luminescent skin, the way it hugged him like a garment and accentuated the soft angles of his body and the curve of his ass had Asami's skin feel as if it had suddenly caught fire.

He took a step forward, the noise causing Akihito's head to turn over his shoulder. The smirk returned and the light danced off the boy's features and reflected his large, blue eyes, but the lifelessness in his eyes had Asami stopping once more.

This was wrong, beyond wrong. He knew Akihito would never willingly submit to him, let alone instigate any type of intimacy, particularly after the recent trauma he had suffered. He must be having an attack, unaware of what exactly he was doing, and Asami could not let himself be seduced by the blonde vixen now standing across the room from him, oozing confidence and desire that aroused Asami's already potent need for the boy.

No, he couldn't go through with this, he needed to get Akihito in bed and back to sleep before he came to and realized what exactly he was doing. If he were to wake up halfway through Asami could never forgive himself, wouldn't be able to look in those bright blue eyes the next day knowing that he had violated Akihito at his most vulnerable, even if the boy was unknowingly coercing him into doing so.

Asami took another step forward but something in his stride or face must have given him away as the smirk on Akihito's lips faltered and he spoke, "Is the view not to your liking?" he asked, a hint of betrayal in his voice at the idea of being rejected and Asami itched to take the boy in his arms and throw him on the bed so that he could fuck him until he knew just how much he enjoyed the current view. The lifeless blue eyes were trained on Asami as the boy slowly turned.

Asami caught himself before he made any audible noise, but he was sure his blown pupils and the obvious bulge of his swollen cock beneath his robe made his feelings obvious as he stared, mesmerized, at Akihito's naked form bathing in the moonlight radiating nothing but purity and innocence.

Bringing a fist up to his mouth, Asami coughed a bit and averted his eyes and he tried to calm his rising desire before instinct took over and he did something he would regret. He needed to think of something to get Akihito back in bed and asleep, and fast, before he pressed that lithe body against the expanse of windows so he could enjoy the way the light played on his skin while he teased and touched the boy, memorizing all the beautiful sounds Akihito was sure to make.

Akihito took a few steps forward, his eyes never leaving Asami as he neared the older man, Asami was beginning to feel desperate, and was that…panic? He was not panicking. Asami Ryuichi did not panic, he was calm and collected, always in control, however he could feel his control snapping with every step the boy took towards him.

It wasn't until he spoke again that Asami realized Akihito was now directly in front of him, his eyes snapping towards the blonde as he spoke, "You're hard." Akihito whispered as he pressed his open palm against the noticeable bulge attempting to peek out between the folds of Asami's robe, staring up at him with his lips slightly parted and his other hand snaking up Asami's bicep, over his shoulder and the nape of his neck into the black locks that rested there.

Asami snapped.

He grabbed the boy by the waist and tossed him easily onto the large bed. In an instant he was over him, his large hands on either side of the blonde's head as he ravaged the younger man's mouth with his own, tongues clashing for dominance as he ground his hips downward, rolling them against Akihito's who cried out in response, giving Asami the opportunity to gain the upper hand as he discarded his robe carelessly, his tongue probing Akihito's mouth with reckless abandon.

His mind felt clouded and fogged as he moved his lips to Akihito's neck, biting and sucking on the marks he made, leaving large red spots on the pale creamy skin that he was sure would be there for days to come. Akihito was writhing beneath him, trying to roll his hips upwards against Asami's but a hand quickly pinned them against the bed as he moved lower and brushed his lips over the sensitive bud of Akihito's nipple, nipping at the tender nub before he took it in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it before sucking hard.

Akihito cried out at the rough treatment of his flesh but Asami did not relent until the tender skin was bruised and swollen from his attention before he moved to the other one, Akihito's cries and moans spurring him until he completed his assault and moved to sit upright across the blonde's thighs.

Staring down he soaked in the view of Akihito lying on his back flushed and panting, hair elegantly disheveled and his lips swollen and still wet from earlier kisses, but Asami faltered once more when he locked eyes with the blue pools below him.

Cold. Lifeless.

Akihito would already be terrified when he woke with hickeys on his neck and bruises on his hip from Asami's crushing grip he had applied in his haze of lust. He had to stop, but the coercive look Akihito was giving him was making it very hard to deny the obviously needy blonde below him, as well as the pressing need of his own he had been feeling since first laying eyes on the boy.

Normally he would not give it a second thought, would take the boy without apprehension and to euphoric heights, places he knew Akihito had never experienced or even considered.

But he wanted to see those eyes, brimming with emotion as orgasm ripped through his body, to see them well with tears as he begged Asami not to stop, to fuck him harder, deeper, to take him over the edge again and again as they both lost themselves in one another. Asami wanted to hold Akihito in his arms and fuck him slow and deep, watch his eyes fight for strength as he resisted what he so obviously wanted before giving in to his desires.

Asami knew the eyes he was currently staring into were not the eyes he wanted to see the first time he took Akihito, the boy below him, while thoroughly tempting and beautiful in his own way, was not the clumsy and shy Akihito he wanted to watch undress for him in the darkness of his room, to have touch him with shy and tentative hands, unexperienced and pure and perfect. Everything Asami had always dreamed of in a bed partner.

He wanted to coax Akihito, let him explore his own body as well as Asami's and make him submit to him himself, beg for Asami to touch him. While having the boy below him willingly, offering himself was blissful in its own right, he knew it was not the Akihito he wanted to bed, and recognized that he needed to end this before temptation drew him in once more like a moth to a flame.

Thinking quickly, Asami spoke without much of a plan as to what to say, deciding to wing it instead and see where it led him, "Akihito, its best if you go to sleep. You're not yourself right now and you need your rest more than anything. I want this, god I want this so bad, but I want this when you're healthy and ready and awake." Asami felt that reasoning with the blonde may be the best course of action, however he began to doubt this as the blue eyes hardened below him.

He reached a hand down and stroked the downy soft blonde locks as the boy's lower lip trembled slightly, Asami was worried he had upset the boy as he saw tears fill in the pools of empty blue, he was not expecting the accompanying anger, though, and was completely unprepared for Akihito's reaction.

Before Asami knew what was happening the blonde began thrashing below him, held down only by Asami's weight on his hips, his blue eyes were cold as he glared at Asami, "You always fucking liked him better! Why!? Why am I not enough!? I'm perfect for you. I'm better than him!"

Asami grabbed the boy's wrists and pinned them to the bed, holding them as Akihito pushed against his restraint, desperately trying to free himself as his movements began to slow, his breathing labored and Asami feared the boy was having another panic attack. He pressed his lips against the blonde's temple as he slowed his movements, Asami could feel his heart beating wildly along with his own as he whispered soothing words into the blonde's ear whose eyes were drooping as he fought for consciousness.

Slowly but surely the boy went under and Asami felt for a pulse on one of the wrists he still possessed, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt it was normal and steady, indicating Akihito had truly fallen back asleep, and rubbed it gently with his thumb.

Sliding off the blonde Asami moved to the edge of the bed and slid his hands through his hair. What had just happened?

Akihito was obviously asleep, or, unconscious. Asami was not sure how the blonde quite described the sensation but thinking about it made his skin itch and the need for a cigarette to arise.

Standing, he picked up his discarded robe and wrapped it around himself once more before going over to where his suit jacket laid, digging in the pocket for his pack and a lighter.

He sat in a large chair with his back to the windows and began chain smoking, watching the blonde sleep fitfully, his eyelids twitching as he dreamt and a small frown tugging down his lips. He looked absolutely beautiful, even when dreaming, and Asami wondered how he was going to explain the markings on Akihito's body to him in the morning.

He supposed the truth may not be the best route, explain to Akihito that he had been unaware of his state until it was too late. Asami shook his head, flicking his cigarette; that was too cruel a lie, he knew something wasn't right the moment he saw Akihito standing in his office.

He had been weak, taken advantage of Akihito's vulnerable state. It shook him to his core, the idea that the boy had this much effect on him, that he could feel so much remorse for the actions he had committed, actions he would not have given a second thought to had it been someone else. And then there was what Akihito had said as he fought for consciousness, when his eyes stared hatefully into Asami's as his elevated heart rate and increased levels of stress responded by shutting his body down.

Who was this other man Akihito had been referring to?

When Akihito awoke again he felt sore, his skin was warm and covered by a thin sheet but there was a dull ache throughout his body, as well as several spots that just plain made him flinch as he moved.

Sitting up slowly, the first thing the blonde noticed was that he was completely nude. He practically jumped out of his skin, blue eyes wide as he scrambled to cover himself with the sheet and looked around the room for his clothing.

He noticed them lying discarded in front of the windows that now were open to the view of Tokyo below, the noise of the streets absent but the sensation still present. A large blush now forming on his cheeks, Akihito made sure there was no one else in the room before he stalked to where his discarded clothing laid and quickly pulled it on, rubbing his arms as he made his way into the bathroom.

He immediately began digging around, trying to find an extra toothbrush that he could use as well as where Asami kept items such as toothpaste, mouthwash and so forth. When he found his prizes he set them on the counter and looked into the mirror for the first time.

Akihito practically jumped out of his skin, he was unprepared for the large bruises and…were those teeth marks? Decorating his neck and left shoulder. He didn't remember waking up that night and he groaned loudly, wondering if he had an attack while asleep and tried to pick a fight with Asami. It would make sense why he was so sore, he was lucky the older man hadn't put a bullet between his eyes.

As he began brushing his teeth Akihito pondered on where the bite marks could have come from though, he touched them gently with his free hand and winced at the slight sting from the contact. Whatever it was, or whoever he supposed, had done a number on him for sure.

Spitting out his toothpaste and then rinsing his mouth Akihito pulled out a stick of what he assumed to be Asami's deodorant and sighed. The man would have to get over sharing this one day as Akihito wasn't sure he could go without using some.

When he finished freshening up Akihito made his way out of the bedroom and into the large living space and looked around, not seeing Asami anywhere. He was about to call out his name when he saw the door to his office ajar like the day before and headed over to it, knocking softly as he pushed it open.

Asami was at his desk, looking pristine as always, and on the phone completely ignoring Akihito's presence, much to the blonde's annoyance even if he would never admit it out loud.

Rather he settled himself in the large chair from the day before and waited as patiently as he could for the man to finish speaking. He couldn't understand much though as Asami was speaking English and he had only learned some basic vocabulary of the language, instead he focused his attentions on a small glass paperweight on the edge of Asami's desk and picked it up, admiring the way the light from the windows in front of him played off of it and made small rainbows on his skin, twirling it in his hands to see the way the light spun all over the room. He only realized the other man had stopped speaking when he heard Asami's amused chuckle from across the desk, causing him to stop spinning the object and drop it, it landing with a large thud on the wooden floors and rolling away until it hit the wall.

Akihito looked away guiltily, a blush forming over his cheeks, like a kid being caught playing with a fancy vase or priceless décor, "Uh…sorry. At least it didn't break…I think." He tried to reason but Asami's amused smirk only irritated him and made his blush increase.

"It's no matter. I hardly used it. How did you sleep?" He asked nonchalantly.

Akihito swallowed hard and looked away, chewing on his lower lip, "I'm not really sure. I felt well-rested when I woke up but I noticed I have some bruises and uh…bite marks," he mumbled, embarrassed as he knew Asami must have thought he was weak to let himself lose control like that, "I'm not really sure what happened but if I had to guess I probably tried to attack you or something in your sleep. Stupid, I know, but unconscious me didn't apparently. So thanks for not shooting me at least."

He shrugged, not making eye contact with Asami as he began fearing the worst. Perhaps the older man would berate him for his actions, or even demand some sort of compensation for the trouble he had obviously gone through regarding Akihito when he barely knew him.

Instead, Asami said something Akihito did not expect at all, "Akihito, I think it would be best if you spoke to a professional." As if sensing the boy's protest he held up a hand to stop him before continuing, "I'm concerned that your head injury has accelerated what causes your brain to shut down the way it does and that it could begin to become more harmful the longer it goes untreated. I am concerned for your safety and would like to pay for you to see a specialist as well as speak to someone to see if we can determine what exactly is causing this and if there is a method you can use to prevent the black outs, whether it be medication or–"

Akihito sat up abruptly, anger seething from his pours, "No. I told you no already, I don't need a fucking therapist or whatever you want to send me to. It's none of your fucking business anyways, why do you care so much? You hardly know me!" His blue eyes were wild with anger and hurt and his hands shook slightly with the tension.

Asami remained the ever calm, stoic figure he was as he spoke again, "Akihito calm down before you send yourself into another attack. It's not a bad thing to seek help for a problem that is affecting your life as majorly as this one is. Why are you so against letting me help you?" Akihito stared into his golden eyes and found only honesty and sincerity in them, he seemed earnest in helping him but why? He didn't need anyone's hand out, certainly not that of this arrogant man.

"I don't need to have this discussion with you. Where are my cameras? I'm leaving, I don't have to stay here and I'm healthy enough to go home, my head is fine and I know how to get to a fucking hospital if I need to. Why are you so pushy on a subject that is none of your business anyways!?" He asked as he stood up, intending to go searching himself when Asami gave no answers to the whereabouts of his personal belongings.

What he was not prepared for, however, was Asami's response to what he deemed a rhetorical question, "Because you made it my business last night Akihito when I found you snooping in my office and the naked in my bedroom attempting to seduce me." He said with ice in his voice, his eyes staring down Akihito in a challenge as the blonde let his words sink in.

Akihito fell back into the chair with a thud, mortification running through his system at the thought that he had been naked…in front of Asami, that he had tried to seduce him.

A new shade of red creeped up his neck and over his cheeks as Akihito covered his face with his hands in an attempt to block out the reality of the situation. His subconscious had really fucked him over that time and now he had made a giant embarrassment of himself in front of the older man. Not that he should care, it wasn't like he was developing feelings for the asshole anyways, but still it made his whole body burn with humiliation at what he was sure was an embarrassing attempt at seduction.

However he needed to try and save face, what little he could with his dignity already lying on the floor, "Well…ah, at least I know why I was naked when I woke up." He tried to laugh a little but it came out half a hysterical sob as he once again imagined himself clumsily falling all over himself in front of the Adonis sitting across from him. He definitely felt as if he was losing it.

Asami flinched slightly at the mention of his lack of clothing and cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair before speaking up, "I need to be honest with you though, Akihito. When I woke up last night and you were gone, I found you in my office and I knew something wasn't quite right. Your eyes seemed glazed over, like you were sleeping or dead. I knew you weren't awake but I still acted irrationally and impulsively when your, subconscious self I presume, attempted or rather, succeeded, at seducing me. It was me who left those bite marks on your neck."

Akihito wasn't sure if his face could get any redder, although this time if it was from anger or embarrassment he wasn't sure. "YOU did this to me!?" He asked heatedly as he touched the marks once more, "You fucking asshole! I was sitting here ready to curl up on myself and die of embarrassment at the thought of me trying to be seductive when I had no reason considering you feel for it. Jerk, tell me that first next time so I can try and retain some shred of my dignity!" The heated expression returned to his eyes as he full on glared and pouted at the now bewildered man sitting before him.

Asami blinked several times before letting out a small chuckle, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a pack of Dunhills and shook one out, lighting it as he watched Akihito glare at him.

He hadn't been expecting that reaction but he supposed things for the most part had been going better than he expected. Akihito wasn't angry at him for what he had done the night before and he seemed to have calmed down from the stress it had put on him. Now he just needed to convince the boy to talk to someone.

The words Akihito had spoken the night before still haunted him and made his blood turn to ice. He was tempted to tell the boy his true reasoning for wanting him to see someone but feared it would only scare the boy further into denial and increase his attempt to ignore the obvious underlying psychological issues that attributed to his condition.

When Akihito seemed to return to his normal self Asami tried again, "Akihito, I know it seems intimidating and embarrassing when you admit it's time to talk to someone, but there's no shame in receiving help when you need it. I am not judging you in any manner nor will anyone else. You do not have to tell anyone you are seeking help, it is completely confidential and will all be taken care of by me. All you will need to do is attend the appointments, I will personally accompany you to each one if it will make you feel better. But this is necessary for you to continue functioning, do you understand me?" Asami stared at the blonde in front of him, who was now staring at his lap and playing with the end of his shirt, his lower lip being nibbled between his teeth as he seemed to be in deep thought.

Asami sat back and let the boy contemplate, unaware he was holding his own breath before Akihito finally spoke, his voice hardly a whisper, "Okay…but I want to go alone. I mean, when I talk. I don't mind if you come and sit in the waiting room or whatever but, I want to talk to the person alone." Blue eyes looked up to stare into golden and Asami almost melted with the trust he saw in them, mixed with a small hint of fear and anxiety, but was grateful for Akihito's final acceptance.

Smirking, Asami decided teasing the blonde was in order to try and restore his cheeky attitude and lighten the mood, "Good, I'm glad you agree because your first appointment is in three hours. Your clothes are on the left side of the closet and your cameras in the second upper cabinet to the left of the fridge in the kitchen." Asami immediately returned to his paperwork, smirking and not bothering to look at the boy who he was sure was sitting with his mouth agape, eyes wide and ready to spit fire.

As if on cue Akihito spoke, "You put my cameras in the fucking kitchen!? What the hell is wrong with you!?" The blonde stood up in a huff, the large chair pushed back in the process and scarping over the floor, "And don't act so fucking cocky and nonchalant like you knew I was going to agree to this. Asshole, I bet you don't even have an appointment set already! You better hope you can get one you bastard otherwise you're gonna look like a real jerk!"

Asami had to stop himself from laughing at the boy who was rather riled up, he loved making Akihito boil and explode and this wasn't an exception, "Go get dressed Akihito, or I will drag you there in your pajamas."

The boy turned with a huff to exit the office, giving one last glare over his shoulder before he stormed out of the room and into what Asami could only presume to be the kitchen, making a ruckus as he searched for his beloved cameras.

Asami chuckled once more and began counting the seconds, he wondered how many it would take before Akihito would storm back into his office once more, eyes ablaze when he realized his cameras were not there after all, but tucked safely in the drawer of Asami's desk.

Akihito looked around nervously at the sterile waiting area Asami was currently ushering him into. He felt as if could bolt any moment but he knew Asami wouldn't let him get very far. He wasn't sure what it was but something about doctors had always scared him, doctors any kinds whether they be medical or mental health, and this was not an exception.

A firm hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality and he looked up to meet Asami's calm gaze and instantly felt better. He was glad he had asked the older man to accompany him, his presence alone offered an overwhelming amount of support that Akihito would desperately need before and after his appointment.

Asami steered him to a small sitting area and sat him in a comfortable chair while he went to check the blonde in with the secretary. Akihito looked around nervously, fidgeting slightly and attempted to focus on the room itself in the absence of Asami.

There was a small flat screen in the corner with the news on, they were covering the reports of the mysterious murders that had been taking place all around Tokyo. No one knew who was committing them or why but they were particularly gruesome and only seeming to escalate and the police had no potential suspects or leads. It made Akihito shudder at the thought of who could commit such cruel and violent acts as he watched the photos of the victims flash across the screen. He was sure he had seen these people before but he wasn't quite sure where. He figured he must have seen them on the news prior and that's why they had seemed so familiar, after all the story was plastered all over the networks, especially since they had found connections to past murders that they had initially believed to be random acts of violence. It seemed as if the perpetrator had been killing for at least ten years but had only recently began going on what they referred to as a spree.

Asami's voice jolted him out of his thoughts as the towering man returned to his side and placed a comforting palm on his shoulder once more, "You can go ahead and go back now. I'll be waiting right here for you alright?"

Akihito nodded and stood up before heading to where a pretty nurse stood waiting with a chart in her hand, smiling at him comfortingly. He looked back over his shoulder once more at Asami who gave him a nod of encouragement before crossing the threshold of the double doors.

Asami was in the midst of filling out paperwork when he heard the television and he looked at it out of the corner of his eye. They were discussing the killer and the evidence found, including that of what Asami turned over to his men inside the department when he was done investigating himself, and couldn't help but feel a rise of excitement in his skin, his heart accelerating slightly as he thought of the game. It had been a few days since he had heard or seen anything and he was starting to wonder if the killer had grown bored of their game and abandoned it. The thought made Asami frown and he turned after handing the completed paperwork over to the secretary to watch the television fully.

The news continued to drone with the same useless information they had been for days and he glanced in the direction of Akihito instead to insure the blonde was still conscious and hadn't made a run for it in a blind panic.

However Akihito was transfixed on the television, his eyes glimmered as he stared at the images and he seemed completely lost in thought at the reporter spoke of the brutality that had been committed.

The look in Akihito's eyes made Asami's blood freeze and he stood frozen, transfixed himself until he heard the secretary speaking to him, informing him the psychologist was ready to meet with Akihito.

He nodded at her before heading over to the blonde and tried to shake off the obvious disturbed feeling he had from watching him moments prior.

After some slight encouragement he managed to get Akihito out of the waiting room and he sat down in the chair himself, letting out a sigh as he watched him go.

What had he gotten himself into?

Akihito followed the nurse obediently, he crossed his arms and rubbed the opposite biceps nervously trying to find something to do with his hands as he felt impending doom crashing down around him. It wasn't until the nurse stopped in front of a door and knocked that he realized just what he was about to do.

He considered running but hesitated too long as the door was suddenly opened and he was being ushered inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

He looked around the office filled with ceiling high bookcases and a large desk off to one corner. There was a couch to the side and a small set of arm chairs opposite it. Akihito admired the tastefully done décor that held a beautiful sense of tradition and antiquity without making the space feel cluttered or oppressive.

Sitting behind the desk was one of the most beautiful men Akihito had laid eyes on, aside from Asami he thought quickly, with long raven hair and sharp features accented by emerald eyes. He smiled at Akihito and gestured to the couch as he spoke, his voice matching the elegance and grace of his presence, "Takaba-sama? My name is Feilong, I'll be your doctor. Please, take a seat."

Akihito glanced nervously at the couch and back to Feilong but nodded before settling himself one of the large plush cushions. He practically sank into it and struggled to sit upright not wanting to feel like was drowning the entire time he was here.

Feilong finished what he was doing before standing up and moving to one of the armchairs across from the couch. He had a notepad in his hand along with a pen and sat gracefully, crossing one leg over the other before he smiled kindly at Akihito, "Would you be uncomfortable if I take notes?"

Akihito stared at him with bewildered blue eyes before he shook his head. It was all confidential anyways, right? Notes wouldn't hurt anything.

Feilong smiled once more before he began speaking, "Now, Takaba-sama, I've been informed you're rather nervous in regards to speaking with me today–"

"Akihito. Please, call me Akihito."

"Akihito." Feilong grinned, "I know you are rather nervous, however I want to assure you that you are in a safe environment here and that it is alright for you to open up if you so desire. However I will not push you to speak about topics you are uncomfortable with so do not hesitate to say if something is making you upset. At the same time I encourage you to work past your fears and discomfort so that we may find a solution for what is plaguing you."

Akihito nodded in affirmation, feeling slightly overwhelmed already and wrapped his arms around himself. He needed to be strong, he needed to be honest with himself. He was miserable and truly wanted to fix whatever it was that made him so vulnerable. He knew the blackouts would probably never go away, but perhaps if they could find what was causing them he would be able to take more preventative measures.

Feilong paused to let Akihito gather himself, for which he was grateful, before he spoke again, "I'm sure you're already quite overwhelmed today so we will just talk a bit about you so that I am able to get to know you better. Is that alright?" Akihito nodded once more, "You're twenty-three, how long have you lived on your own?"
Akihito jolted slightly at the question, he was expecting things like his favorite color or what he liked to eat, but he swallowed his fear and willed himself to answer, "I, ah, let's see. When I was thirteen I officially moved in with my best friend Kou. I lived with him and his parents were my legal guarding until I was sixteen. After that I emancipated myself so that I could go to the states for a few months as an assistant to this photographer I had been apprenticing under."

"The states? Did you enjoy your time there?"

"Ah, I never got to go. It really was disappointing to, I even tried to learn some English for the trip but the photographer died about a week before we were supposed to leave."

"Died? That's rather unfortunate, how did you cope with the loss?"
"Okay I guess." Akihito shrugged, "Death isn't really…a big deal to me I suppose. It doesn't faze me for some reason, never has, I blame it on all the horror movies I watched as a kid." He laughed softly and relaxed hearing Feilong chuckle as well, "I remember it was really weird though, he was murdered in his own studio. The police never figured out who did it. I honestly forgot about it pretty soon after since I got a job for a local magazine."

Feilong nodded and waited to see if Akihito was going to continue before speaking himself, "I see. Why did you move in with your friend at such a young age?"

Akihito looked away, discomfort travelling up his spine and spreading through his bloodstream, "My mom, ah, she died. Kou's parents were like my second home and they took me in without a second thought, they loved and supported me as much as they did Kou. I had practically lived there beforehand anyways and they already knew about my uh, blackouts, and were equipped to deal with them."

"Do you remember much of your mother?"

Akihito nodded, then shook his head almost immediately, "Yes and no. I remember what she looked like, and the way she smelled. How she would take me to the market with her and let me pick out fruits. She used to laugh at me because I was spend forever looking through all of them and in the end I'd always end up picking an orange from the same basket of the same vendor. He even knew my name and would place aside ones that he thought I would like best to pick from."

The small smile on Akihito's lips was traced with a hint of sadness that Feilong did not miss. As he scribbled notes and smiled encouragingly at Akihito to continue.

"Anyways, I guess I really remember more of the idea of her rather than her as an actual person. It's just been so long. The only thing that assures me she was a real person was the keychain she gave me when I got my first house key, well, was the only thing. I lost it a few weeks back."

Feilong nodded once more, "That's understandable considering your age at her death. The older one gets the more dream like their memories begin to feel so it's understandable that your most realistic association would be with that of an object." He began scribbling more notes before he cleared his throat.

"What about your father, Akihito?"

What about his father? Akihito had no clue who he was, no memory of him whatsoever. He shook his head, a bad feeling curling in the pit of his stomach as his thoughts fluttered in his mind, "I don't want to talk about that."

Feilong smiled and wrote something down before continuing, "About your blackouts, would you mind giving me an idea of what they're like?"

Akihito nodded and launched into the same explanation he had given Asami only the day prior. By the time he had finished Feilong had been steadily writing things down and he felt exhausted and ready to take a nap.

As if on cue Feilong glanced upwards at a clock in the corner of the room before he spoke, "It seems it's been almost an hour and a half. Asami must be getting anxious waiting on you and you seem rather tired yourself. There's much more I'd like to learn about you but I'd rather not push your anxiety too much so we'll call it an end here today."

Feilong stood just as gracefully as he sat and Akihito felt relief wash through him. He had made it, the first appointment was over. It wasn't so bad he supposed, it couldn't get worse from there at least.

As he stood Feilong himself led Akihito down the hallway and into the large waiting are where Asami was still at, now joined by Kirishima. The two seemed to be talking intimately about something when Feilong cleared his throat, interrupting them.

"Akihito and I are finished for today. I'll see you at the end of the week, alright?" He directed at Akihito who nodded, feeling much calmer with Asami nearby.

Asami smiled and stood, ruffling the blonde's hair who began to protest before Asami cut him off, "Akihito, go to the limo with Kirishima. I need to take care of a few things and will be there in a moment. Behave and I'll take you to get sushi."

He smirked and Akihito glared at the older man, "Bastard, I'm not some kid you can bribe with food." However Akihito's stomach took that moment to growl and Asami and Feilong both could not help themselves from letting out a small laugh, even Kirishima was smirking much to Akihito's annoyance.

He growled and turned on his heel, stomping out the door with Kirishima in tow.

Asami was definitely buying him sushi now.

When Akihito was completely out of earshot he turned to Feilong, speaking quietly, "Well, what do you think?"

Feilong glared at Asami, "I've only had one session with the boy Asami so I don't know much. What I will tell you is I think he's deeply disturbed by some traumatic from his childhood. If I had to guess it would be surrounding his mother as he seems to have very little recollection of her, none whatsoever of his father."

Asami stared for a moment, thinking quietly before he spoke, "That's odd. When I looked into his background there was no indication that his father was not in the picture. He actually died with Akihito's mother."

Feilong nodded but held up a hand to stop Asami from continuing, "While I appreciate the information, I feel this is something I need to hear directly from Akihito in order to fully and accurately assess him. As of now I believe you need to keep a close eye on him and ensure he does not become too worked up. He should stop having random attacks where he blacks out as his head injury heals so you shouldn't need to worry too much about that."

Asami nodded as he listened to his old friend, "Do you think there's anything that can be done to help him?"

Feilong's lips pursed in a tight line as he stared at Asami, thinking carefully of what he was going to say, "I cannot guarantee anything, Asami, especially not this early on. I will say that there is a chance, as of this moment, that I can help him, to what extent I'm not sure."

Asami nodded before saying his goodbyes and heading to the awaiting limo. That would have to do for now.

A.N. I really wanted to include Feilong but I didn't feel like that story could handle another arc of drama with Akihito's dilemma being problematic enough, so instead I made him Akihito's psychologist! Sorry if I misuse any medical terms/if this is not a realistic interaction between a doctor and a patient. Thank you so much for reading and thank you for your feedback, I hope you enjoyed!