Title: Tell Me What The Rain Knows (2/?)

Paring: Asami x Akihito

Rate: NC – 17

Spoilers: It's and Au so I don't suppose there will be spoilers... o.o

Summary: AU. Sometimes you walk the right path and sometimes you walk the wrong one. The problem is when the wrong turns to be the right. Or the right turns to be the wrong. But that is something Akihito will have to find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder. If I did it would be a total disaster.

Author's note: Thank you for your reviews. I'm very happy all of you liked it - does who didn't can go take a walk. Thank you.

Tell Me What The Rain Knows

Chapter 2

It was dark and cold. So cold he could imagine the water in the small bowl freeze into ice. Why would they do this to him all the time, even when he had done nothing wrong? Why was he always to blame? Why couldn't they see he just wished to be loved and hugged like every other kid? Was it so wrong to wish for happiness?

He couldn't feel his small fingers anymore. His teeth were chattering. His breath was forming clouds. His body, curled in a ball, was trembling so hard it even started to hurt. The thin cloths around his body were colder than the air itself. How he wished for a little warmth.

His eyes opened at the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. His eyes widen as an evil laugh and sounds of keys were heard. Fear froze his small body as the old wooden door opened. There was a moment of pause, he wasn't sure if it was time or the man that created that moment, he just knew he couldn't breathe.

"Dear child, why so scared?" that evil and malicious voice made his body tremble even harder. "Now, be a good child and come here."

He shook his head, his body curling tighter into a ball. He wanted to scream but his voice was lost somewhere. Yet his mind screamed like bloody murder.

"Come!" the order was so loud he could almost feel the old house shake.

He looked up just to see those bright dark eyes. The man was drunk. It was nothing unusual. The man was drunk 24/7. He couldn't remember a day he hadn't see the man drunk. But today was worst. He could feel it. Slowly he got up, his body still shaking, and walked to the man; somehow wishing tomorrow never came.

A soft and low moan was heard in the master bedroom of the expensive and luxurious penthouse of a man named Asami Ryuuichi. Moans and whimpers were nothing new in this house, as well as screams of pleasure and pain. The only difference was those sounds could only be heard at night, not in the morning, for no one was allowed to spend the night in this place.

Akihito moaned once more at the uncomfortable feeling of something around his neck. It wasn't like he wasn't used to have things around his neck - hands to be more exact. He slowly opened one eye, letting it adjust to the low light that insisted to enter the room. It was silent. No sight of the older male. Akihito opens the other eye but lies still; just to make sure he is alone. Caution is a person's best friend.

Akihito lifts his head slowly looking around the room; empty. As he sits, a weight pressures on his neck. His hands fly to his neck just to feel something warm. His eyes widen as the first thought appears clearly in his mind. No… oh please, no! Akihito gets up and runs to the mirror on the closet just to swallow a scream. A-a collar. He put a fucking collar on me!

The man was insane! A sadist of the highest level! He is a person not some animal you put a collar on! Why couldn't people just treat him like a person and not something to be used and thrown out? What was wrong with the fucking world?

Akihito runs his hand over his hair messing it even more. It's not like he expected to be treated at human level, the way the older male moved and talked showed clearly that Akihito is nothing more than a possession.

Akihito sighs back at the mirror, and is shocked a second time. He's totally naked. The bastard undressed him, completely! His eyes widen with realization; did the older male want him to walk around naked? No. That bastard wasn't such a bastard… was he?

Well, it could be worst… couldn't it? Shaking his head, Akihito looks around the bedroom, finding a pair of gray pants on an elegant chair. As he decides to play safe and starts to dress the pants, the bedroom's door opens letting an elegant and dangerous man walk in. Akihito swallows slowly turning around, pants in hand. Was it really going to be worst?

"I see you finally woke up" that smooth voice sends shivers down Akihito's body. Fuck, not again. "Good." Asami's eyes drifts to the pants "Those belong to me. Didn't your parents teach you to ask permission before using others people's belongings?"

Akihito swallowed again and shakes his head. They never taught him anything aside from pain and despair.

Asami walks closer and grabs the pants, slowly letting them slide off of Akihito's hands; a grin forming in his perfect lips.

"If you want them, you have to ask and, if I say 'yes' you have to give me something in return." As Akihito's eyes widen, Asami's grin grows. "Poor child, so scared." He runs a finger over those soft lips "You are living here; you have to give something in return…"

"What do you want?" Akihito whispers more in irritation than in fear. "I have nothing, you know that."

"Yes I know." Asami's finger slide over Akihito's lips, opening them slowly "Think. You are my 'lover'. I'm sure you can think of something to give in return for my hospitality."

Akihito's amber eyes widen at the word 'lover'. He knows fully well he isn't this man's lover. He swallows again just to feel the tight warm around his neck.

"You call me lover but you put a collar around my neck!" Akihito screams, to the fucking hell with fear, he had a fucking collar on him "You are treating me like a fucking animal! I'm not a pet!"

Asami's eyes light with amusing. Akihito was so cute.

"Oh please, don't take me wrong. You aren't an animal, yet you need to be trained and disciplined." He slides his hand down to Akihito's neck. "I feel obligated to tell you, leather looks so good against your pale skin." Asami bents down and places a kiss above the collar, feeling Akihito tremble. "But do not worry, I personally will see for it."

Asami gives the pants back to Akihito, reading all the fear his words and actions had risen in the young boy. He would be perfect.

"Put them on and come to the living room. We need to talk." Asami walks away, closing the door.

Akihito stares at the closed door and sighs in relief. At least the older male hadn't made him walk around naked. He lifts his fingers to the leather collar and put the pants. God help him.

Asami foils the newspaper stopping at the economic session letting a chuckle out. Those fools couldn't say more than the usual. The economic was bad to small people, not to big ones like him. His business was running well, both legal and illegal. His goods were well protected and the people on his pocket had increased in a good way.

"Sir," Kirishima called "Everything is set, do you wish for anything more?"

Asami folds the newspaper setting it in the coffee table. A soft frown forms on his face. That annoying diet member was going to be fish food today. Good. Very good.

"No. Everything is going perfectly. You can take the reports back; I have already finished reading them." Asami looks at the bedroom's door as it opens "You can go for today. Just send me a report after the 'deal' is complete."

Kirishima bows and leaves the apartment, stealing a glance of the boy. Poor kid, he had no idea what was ahead of him. But then again, it was a boy like him that his boss needed.

"You have food in the kitchen."

Akihito glances at Asami and almost runs to the kitchen, his heart racing like a wild horse. God, why was he so weak? It was pissing him off. He was scared of what that man could do to him, but he was even more scared of them finding him. He didn't want to go back to that life. He just wanted some peace.

Akihito looks at the table, his mouth watering at the sight of such delicious food. Well, at least the older male wasn't starving him; that was good. He sits at the table devouring the food. He couldn't remember the last time he ate a full meal. Last night didn't count. Akihito gets up and washes the dishes before breathing deeply and walking back to the living room.

Asami senses the boy but says nothing. He doesn't want to scare the boy more that it's needed. It can be troublesome and right now Asami doesn't need nor want a troublesome boy in his house.

"Sit" Asami orders pointing to the space between his legs. His evil grin appears as the trembling boy obeys him. He watches the boy sit on his knees facing him. Asami tilts his head to the side "In one month I will attend a party. It's a diet member's party, something very boring as you can imagine." Asami fetches a cigarette and lights it, blowing the smoke before continues, his voice cold as ice "In that one month, you will learn how to stand beside me; you will learn how to stand in that kind of party."

Asami stops to smoke some more before run his hand over Akihito's messed hair. His fingers travel down from the boy's hair to his chin. Akihito's amber eyes meet his golden ones.

"In that month I will make sure you get used to me." Asami's grins grow wider. He bents his head down slowly letting his lips hover over Akihito's. "If you run, I will punish you. But if you obey me I will give you a reward."

Akihito swallows as a clear image of punishment forms in his head. But it was the word used that stuck something inside of him.

"W-what do you mean… by… get used to you?"

"I meant exactly what you are thinking." Without giving Akihito a chance to prepare for whatever Asami was going to say or do next, the older male presses their lips together.

Akihito's eyes widen. Oh fuck! This is what he meant by used. Akihito struggles to break free; his fists hitting the man chest as hard as he could. He was about to lift his hands to the man's hair so he could pull it when unconsciously he opened his mouth and something warm and wet entered in.

Asami wasn't planning on going this far yet, but the boy was just too amusing to let go. He kisses the boy hard letting his tongue possess that cute mouth. Tasting over and over the young boy's unique flavor. When he felt the boy give in and start to moan, he broke the kiss. His eyes soft a little as he watches the boy's flushed cute face as to breathe normally.

"This is a reward for being so obedient." Asami grins as the boy glares at him.

"If you call this a reward, I can't even imagine what the punishment is…" Akihito trails off as the grin grows. Fuck... I talked too much.

"Don't worry. I will only punish you if you disobey me." Asami rests back on the couch. "Now, have you decided on what you wish to study?"

Akihito had totally forgotten about it, or maybe he had just not believed in the older male words. But then again, yesterday had been a big and tiring day so it was only normal he had forgotten about half of it. He frowns while thinking of what it could mean to go to college and study. For once he wouldn't be locked in this house, but he still had the collar. And if the man really meant it then he could do anything. Now the problem was, what the fuck was he going to study?

He could try becoming a doctor or a lawyer. No. If he became any of those things the older male could order – not request; order – him to work for him. But then again there wasn't much he wished to do except… Akihito looks up to the man considering if he should speak or remain silent. Either way his life was fucked so…

"You really mean I can study anything I want?"

Asami locks eyes with Akihito pondering the weight of the question.

"Yes, anything." He decides the boy wouldn't cause damage to his goods in any way possible. So why not give the kid some freedom?

"Then I want to study photojournalism." Akihito didn't look away. He had to stand for something… whatever it was.

"Photojournalism?" Asami lifts a perfect brow.

"Y-yes. I like to take photos. I tried it once when I was…" Akihito takes a deep breath looking away "…when I was little…"

Asami saw the sorrow in the boy's eyes and decides to find out about what this young boy had gone through. There was something missing. Something the reports didn't tell nor show.

"Very well; you may study it with one condition." He grins mentally as the boy's head lifts; worry could be read all over those beautiful amber eyes. "Who are they?"

Akihito's heart skips a beat. Anything less that. He didn't want to tell this man about his life. Not yet. He knew if he talked, something bad could happen. He could go back to them. Akihito closes his eyes considering doing something he refused to ever do to his man.

"Please… Don't ask me about it. Anything but that... please."

Asami frowns at the boy's voice. It was so painful to hear it even hurt his ears. And then something clicked in his head as he saw something run down the boy's face. Shit.

"Fine." Asami bents down again and run his hand over the boys head "I won't ask about it. But realize you won't escape from answering it." As the boy's nods Asami states "Go wash your face and get dressed. You have clothes on the left side of the closet."

Akihito didn't need to be told twice. He got up almost run to the bathroom.

Asami got up and walked to the window. The kid had more problems than he had expected but it wouldn't affect his plan. Asami was going to make sure of it. He fetches his phone out his pocket and dials a number.

"Kirishima speaking."

"Get the boy in photojournalism, the best college you can find."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Asami ends the call looking at Tokyo, his city. He owned it, the legal and the illegal part. All of it was at his feet. He looks at the bedroom door. There wasn't a single soul he didn't own in this city, and the soul living in his house would be the most fortunate of them all.