Chapter 6
A picture of Akihito stands at the top left corner of the document following under it a very short description about him. The name that was given to him. The age assumed that he has. And all the 'unknowns' after that. Akihito closes his eyes desperately holding back a sob. Somewhere deep inside, the young man though he would never have to face his past again. Akihito was starting to believe Asami would keep him safe. Well, as safe as being with Asami would be. It did not shock him that it actually took the older man some time to find about him. Akihito thought Asami would not care.
He was wrong. So deadly wrong.
"I am waiting, Akihito."
The boy opens his eyes fixing them on the document. Slowly, as if reading was a hard task for him, Akihito reads the observations. It does not have much. It simply says he is an orphan used in some scientific experiment. But it does not define the experiment.
Akihito is sure they do not want anyone to know. Aside their clients. He reaches for the folder, closing it as if it was a heavy book cover. Akihito's back is straight, his body tense like a rope. His mind blank. He know he has to tell Asami the whole story. The older man is waiting and although Akihito knows he much start talking, the boy simply does not know where to start.
Asami keeps his eyes on Akihito's body. Silently drinking his whiskey and placing the empty glass on the table next to the couch. The older man does not want to pressure Akihito. It was a shock when Kirishima gave him the folder. His secretary's face emotionless, something strange taking the man loves to tease Asami when it comes to Akihito. Asami had known something was a wrong when Kirishima had contacted him saying he could not find anything about Akihito to complete his registration for the college.
That was what made the older man get a background scan on the boy. The time it took for the papers to reach his hand was also a major factor that Akihito might not be what Asami believed. Yet, his informants could not find out many details about that experiment or who were the ones behind it.
"There was nothing we could find. The kid could be a ghost for all we know. As well as for what he was used. All paths ended in nothing. No names, no faces, no organizations. Nothing."
Kirishima had told him they would keep looking but the chances of getting anything were very low. If Akihito is really a 'ghost' to society, how many more 'ghosts' walk on Earth?
Akihito takes a deep, shaky breath closing his eyes. His mind starts to work again, even if slowly. Akihito does not turn to look at Asami. He is too scared to do that. Asami did not force him to do it either. It is almost like the older man is giving him space.
His mouth opens but no words come out so Akihito closes it again. Another deep breath this time more steady. Akihito closes his eyes just to open then a second later. Memories playing over and over again in the darkness of his mind.
"I don't know how I got there. I think I was always there because I can't remember ever knowing another place." The boy stops to lick his dry lips. "Not everyone got to be experimented on. At first we were tested to know how smart we were. Until I was six or something, all I did was answer normal school tests. I had classes about everything. I would do some board games and some where on the computers. Some were more difficult that others."
Asami keeps silent listening carefully. As Akihito speaks his voice grows more and more distant. More deep and hollow.
"But I could never play with other kids. We would wake up early, given a nice breakfast, do some games or take classes, get lunch. Do some more games and tests, dinner and bed. Each of us had a single room. The walls were white and there was only one window that was always closed. I remember sometimes crying but never hearing the other kids crying."
Akihito stops, frowning. Now that he thinks about it, maybe the walls of the rooms were soundproof. Because he never heard the other or those nice people that came to wake him up in the morning. Nor the sound from outside the small window.
"Then I was took away from that nice and warm place to a dark one. They started to inject me with things, I don't know what. They never explained and every time I would ask they would simply hit me and lock me in a dirty cell. Not that the room I was in was more clean... there were no windows either." The smells seem to fill the clean penthouse, disturbing it. Disturbing Akihito's mind. "From time to time, a man would come. He would check each of us and take some away. I never saw those kids again."
Asami fists his hands. So they were experimenting on humans. Children to be more precise. Even if Asami, himself would sell children he would never sell them to those crazy scientists. They may be low but Asami had some morals. He always made sure the children were in a good environment. If not, whoever owned them would be put down.
"And then, it all changed. The drugs they put on my body changed. Instead of making me sick or happy they made me..." Akihito stops closing his eyes. Disgust filling him making his tense body shiver. "They made me want. I didn't know what I wanted but hell I wanted it badly! My body would feel like on fire and I would get hard. My mind would stop thinking and processing things. Every time they gave me that drug I was put in a plain room, my hands tied behind my back. And that same man would come to me. He never touched me though. He simply watched as I whimpered and begged until the drug wear off."
Akihito remembers perfectly the face of said man. The glint in those disgusting blue eyes. The constant lick of lips. The heavy breath. The amused smirk on that ugly yet handsome face. Asami slowly reaches his hand to pat Akihito's head. The boy jumping blinking off the blurry in his eyes while turning to look at Asami. The tears finally roll down Akihito's face.
"What did they do to you?" Asami's voice sounds foreigner even for himself. Something is obstructing his throat. And he is mad. Very mad!
Akihito shakes his head resting his forehead on the man's powerful tight, unconsciously pulling his body closer to Asami's.
"One day I was given the drug like always. I was put in that same room like always, but the man that came to me was not the same. This one was more older, more disgusting. Disturbing. He run a fat hand over my face, dragging it over my upper body... down... down." Asami runs his large hand over Akihito's messy hair giving the boy a sense of safety. Something he never felt before. Funny.
"The drug was being given to me more often. That fat man would touch me... more. Although he never did anything... We never... He didn't fuck me. Never. But he wanted more than simply feel me. He wanted to feel good too." Akihito's voice crack. The memories of what happened filling his mind, making him sick. "So he started to make me do things. My hands were tied at my front instead of my back. He would give orders and if I did not do as told he would hit me. After a while I would simply do it without thinking. I would simply act."
The morning activities come back to Asami's mind. How he had confirmed his suspicions. But Asami never thought this was how Akihito learned to pleasure a man.
"One night, some noise woke me up. Someone was shouting and screaming and things were breaking. The doors of the rooms were made of glass. Strong enough so you could not break it." Akihito rests his chin on Asami's tight, his hazel eyes once more hollow. "Then a naked guy run over my room before he was shot. They dragged him over his feet and I saw it. I saw that his arms were not his arms. His hair... it looked fake, like a dolls?" He looks up to Asami for a second with a frown before continuing. "His teeth seemed made of something... soft. His legs also looked strange with metal over them. Then someone said 'Another client will be without his toy'."
A click sounds in Asami's head at Akihito's last words. They were not testing drugs on kids. They were turning them into live-sex-dolls. Asami heard about them but the market did not sound as interesting as they made it seem. Normally it was old rich people who would buy those live-dolls.
"I found it strange but soon my time came too. They started to make molds of my arms and legs. My hands and my toes. My teeth. Then I finally realized. That man was my client. And I was his toy."
"How did you escape?"
"I... I don't know. The first times I tried, they locked me up in a cold room. I would be naked and stay there for some days I think. No food and almost no water. Then they would come get me and beat me. And it would all start over again. All the times I run from them, they never shoot me like they did to that other guy. I never understood why either. On one of my attempts to escape, they put me in the cold room but there was lots of noise outside. The door of that cold room was left open or maybe it was because the lock was old. I don't know, I just know I saw it and run out. I found an open window and... took my chance. I did not saw anyone nor heard a sound while I run for my life."
Akihito looks up to Asami to find the older man clam but those golden eyes were shining with anger. Asami's lips were close tight, his jaw tense. When the older man finally look down at Akihito, the boy blushes realizing his body is pressed Asami's leg. One of his hands casually playing with Asami's pants. He stops immediately putting some distance between them.
Once more his eyes land on the closed folder on the coffee table.
"How did you get here, Akihito?"
Asami picks a cigarette from the table next to the couch, taking his time lightning it and taking a deep smock. Akihito was trained in feeling a man's touch. Accept it even if he did not want it. He did not need to know how to pleasure another man. Akihito would have no control over his body. But there were so many things that did not fit. Why did no one stop the boy?
"I run and run until I got to a road. I think me being naked was a good thing. The nice lady took me to her home and gave me food and some clothes. When she started to make questions I panic and run again... eventually I got... here."
The younger man looks around before his eyes land on Asami, amusement playing on the older man's lips. At least Asami is not as mad as he was.
It amazes Asami that Akihito can be this strong. Anyone would have long gone mad and killed themselves. Yet here Akihito stands, blushing for being caught glancing at Asami. Relaxed. Asami did not like to see Akihito tense and lost. On the night they met, Akihito stood his ground and tested Asami's patience. But now he knows. Now Asami understands.
"They say cats always choose their master."
Akihito frowns glaring at Asami.
"You are not my master... if anything that other man was..."
At Asami's darkening eyes, Akihito closes his mouth looking down at his bare feet. Stopping himself from apologizing. There is nothing for him to apologize anyway. Asami is not his master. No one is.
"The proof that you run away from him and came to me says it all, Akihito." Akihito groans blushing once more. What is wrong with him and his blushing? "Now, tomorrow I want you to write as description on what those men look like. Above all, that man you mention that would take kids away and came to see you first when they started to give you the aphrodisiac drug."
He will catch them and make them suffer. Asami looks at Akihito who is busy taking something from between his toes. He will need to reenforce security on his boy. Maybe those people already know where Akihito is. Hell! There is a picture of him kissing the boy on all journals and some magazines!
Maybe I can use it to get to them. Asami finishes his cigarette before putting it off on the ashtray. His hand run over Akihito's hair who, once more, got close to the older man. The boy looks up with innocent hazel eyes making Asami smile softly. Akihito returns the smile resting his head on Asami's tight.
Why do you trust me so much, Akihito?
-VF-
A hand runs over a picture. The roughness of the hand could tell stories. Some were so amazing that could make a child's eyes light. Others were horrible, disgusting. Disturbing. The lines tracing the fingers and palm showed well the years of the person even if the face did not.
The body is slightly relaxed while sitting on a leather office chair.
Black eyes stare coldly at the picture, tracing every line, narrowing at every dark shade. They lift to the man on the other side of the old, light wood desk.
A sickening smile fills the dry lips, showing the perfect white teeth hidden behind them. The man gives a simple nod. The man standing on the other side of the desk nods back turning and leaving the large almost empty room.
Black eyes land once more on the picture sitting peaceful at the desk. The two bodies on the picture are comfortable on a large room. One rests on the floor while the older figure is sitting on the couch.
"Did you find yourself a new master, Akihito? And a powerful one. Interesting."
-VF-
Asami wants to sigh. For the first time in years, Asami simply wants to throw his arms in the air and walk away sulking. But Asami being the powerful, controlled man he is, simply crossed his arms over his chest. The so desired sigh dying in his throat.
After Akihito told his story to Asami, the older man decided he needed to spend some time with his boy. The mistake, Asami now realizes, lay on letting Akihito choose what to do with that time.
Asami looks around taking in his surroundings. It could be worse, actually. Akihito could have wanted to go to an amusement park. The boy could have wanted to go aboard. Akihito could have wanted for them to simply take a walk and do some shopping.
But Akihito did not want any of that.
Asami fights another sigh. His eyes travel once more over his surroundings. The tall mysterious trees cast shadows on the dirty soil filled with leaves and old branches. From time to time a bird would make itself notice before a deafening silence would fill the place.
His golden eyes land on Akihito some steps ahead who is happy taking picture after picture with the new camera Asami bough. Akihito had fought saying he did not need a new one. That all his other cameras were good. But Asami had saw his boy eying the camera on a magazine. Asami saw how his boy's fingers stopped midway of turning a page while his eyes lock on the camera's advertise.
"Akihito, please do tell me once more why are we in an old Japanese cemetery?"
Akihito stops his shooting to glance at Asami, slowly standing up after a brief hesitation. His boy lowers the camera in his hands while he looks around as if confused by Asami's question.
"Because you asked me were I would like to go?"
Asami raises an eyebrow at the question-answer.
"An old Japanese cemetery?" Asami tries once more.
"W-what is wrong with it? It has history and the atmosphere is so dark and creepy. All these tall trees surrounding the old moss covered graves, as if protecting them." Akihito lifts his eyes to the trees, admiring them before slowly lowering to the graves and the paths leading to them. "I only saw a picture of a cemetery once. It was used to explain were humans go when they die. It got engraved in my mind and during my time... there I remember thinking I only wanted to die and come to a place like this to rest. To find peace."
Asami looks around once more, taking his time to read each engraved grave. To let himself wonder who these people were. If they were forgotten or if there is someone who still comes. Who, like Akihito, thinks of them. Asami cannot recall the last time he went to a cemetery, but he sure would never think of it like Akihito does. It is not in him to do so.
"Sometimes I wanted to dream of beautiful places." Akihito lowers himself on his knees. His long, bonnie fingers tracing the unfamiliar name on the grave. "I wanted to dream of the beach or the mountains. I wanted to dream of a flower field. Of the bright blue sky or the desert. But every time it was that cemetery image that filled my mind."
Akihito closes his eyes, feeling the cold stone on the tip of his fingers. A coldness he remembers from his days on the facility. The cold walls, the cold bed, the cold air... the cold people. His eyes open when a hand land on his messy hair, gently caressing it before Asami's deep voice fill his buzzing ears.
"I am not judging you, Akihito. I confess I thought you would want to go to other places. Fun, full of people places." Asami's golden eyes lock with Akihito's hazel ones when the boy looks up. "Come, I think there is a temple on the top of the hill. At least that is what Kirishima told me."
A small smile fills Akihito's face while Asami walks away, taking the path between the graves. The older man walking as if he is taking a walk on a desert street. Asami could be a powerful, dangerous man, but he is also graceful in his actions. Kind. Akihito eyes the grave one last time giving it a sad smile. Before following Asami.
