Chapter 8

A beeping sound echoes on the silent house making Akihito groans while rolling on the bed. His hazel eyes open slowly, blinking. Light fills the room slight through the curtain. The beeping sound no long annoying Akihito. With a sigh the boy runs one hand over his face and through his hair before finally stepping out of the bed. Akihito does not notice he is naked until he enters the bathroom and looks in the mirror. His eyes widen at the sight in from of him. His chest and neck are full of small purple dots, his eyes have bags under them and his hair is even more messier. And there is no collar around his neck. Akihito slowly lifts his hand, his fingers tracing the place where his collar used to be.

Why do I feel so naked without the collar? Akihito lets his eyes lower to his private parts before they close. How could Asami do such thing after he confined him his story? And why is Akihito not disgusted? Every time that man would enter his room, Akihito would feel disgusted with himself even if the man did not touch him. Yet with Asami, Akihito does not mind.

"Oh God, I sucked his dick."

Akihito groans lifting his fist to slam it on the mirror. But the boy finds his arms falling to his side before it can shatter the mirror as everything comes crushing down on his mind. All the memories of that time. All the feelings he hided when he told Asami his story. Everything simply fills Akihito's mind making his body loose all strength and slide to the floor while tears and sobs break. For a terrified moment Akihito finds himself wanting Asami. He wants the older man to wrap his strong arms around his body. To have those long fingers running over his hair. Akihito walks to feel safe and loved and wanted once more.

He fucking wants the collar back!

But nothing happens. Akihito cries on the bathroom's floor, the cold tiles somehow making it better. The sobs are starting to irritate him. He was never like this. Not even when he run and was forced to live on the streets. Or when he was beat up so badly that death seemed like a friend. And definitely not when Asami said Akihito was to be his bitch. The boy chuckles remembering that night. Oh he was so scared. The thought that he run away from hell only be put back in it had been constantly on his mind until he understood Asami was not going to do anything like that.

And now he did. Asami was not forceful either. The man had been gentle and caring even. Smoothing Akihito's worries but never straying from what he wanted. And now that Asami finally had Akihito, he does not need him anymore. The space on his neck where a his collar should be proving exactly that.

With renew strength, Akihito stands up. The boy washes his face and does his business before going back to the bedroom to get dressed. He has classes to go, friends to have lunch with and a project to finish. Akihito will keep living this dream life until Asami shuts the door in his face. He will take what he can without annoying the older man. Akihito stops by the kitchen to make two sandwiches. One to eat on the way to college and other for later. The boy grabs his bag, wallet, phone and keys. The keys feel heavy on his hand but Akihito ignores it. They still belong to him. With his mind set, the boy walks out the door, closing and locking it before heading to the elevator.

A strange feeling washes over his body but Akihito ignores it. A person enters the elevator some floors before the lobby floor. The woman greets him with a slight smile. Being the polite boy he is, Akihito greets back but does not smile. He cannot. When the elevator stops at the lobby, Akihito walks out not once looking at the woman and heading to college.

-VF-

"I want him! He is mine! I payed for him! I do not care if his new owner is richer than me! I was his master first!"

The old, fat man screams while passing on the expensive office. His bodyguards slightly uncomfortable from the man's tantrum. Takeshiwa Hiromo stops to glare at the man behind the elegant dark, wood desk. His fat hands adorned with some gold rings bang on the surface as he leans closer to the other man. Rage and humiliation dancing on his black eyes. His dark gray hair perfectly styled. The matching gray suit's jacket undone showing the old white shirt.

"I am only going to warn you once, Yoshiro. That boy is mine, I payed for him and I want him. So you do your job and get him!"

Takeshiwa straights up closing his suit jacket glaring one last time at Yoshire before turning and walking to the door. Although, before the old man can grab the knob a shot echoes on the room and Takeshiwa's body falls limp on the floor. Blood spreads over the cream carpet. Yoshiro sighs putting the safe back in his gun and placing it on top of the desk. Takeshiwa's bodyguards stand frozen by the dead body not daring to move.

"You guys have two options." Yoshiro pulls out a cigarette lightning it up and taking a smock "You either walk through that door and try to escape this building alive or you join me."

Both man eye each other before going on their knees and bowing showing their respect to their new boss. Yoshiro grins praising the two man. He picks a file out of one of the drawers and places it on the desk. His secretary bows at him before walking to the door and opening it. A young man walks in with a sickening smirk on his face. His amazing blue eyes full of malice and insanity.

"Hello Dante." Yoshiro pushes the file in his direction. "It seems our Akihito has found a new owner. Want to meet him?"

-VF-

The reports contain nothing that can lead to Akihito's past. All the other patrons seem to not know of a facility that supports such experiments nor anyone who is selling live doll-toys. Although some of them have one or two they simply affirm they got them because of a friend. Asami signs a report and hands it to Kirishima. The secretary eyes his boss. The lack of information on the boy is stressing Asami. And normally when Asami is stress some people tend to die.

"Where is he?"

"At college, sir. He will be having lunch with those two friends of his and then go back to class to work on a project."

Asami looks up at Kirishima with a raised eyebrow. The secretary simply shrugs before bowing and excusing himself. Asami sighs picking up another report. His eyes run over the words but his brain is not registering a single one. Asami is about to close the report when the word 'experiment' and 'facility' echoes in his mind. He goes back, this time reading it more carefully. A frown form on his face as Asami turns a page. His hand flies to the telephone and Asami presses Kirishima's number. The secretary picks it up almost instantly.

"Come to my office." Asami ends the call without withing for a reply. His eyes still on the report as the door opens and closes. "It says there was a fire broke out on a facility that conducted experiments supposedly on humans but it was never proved."

Kirishima places himself behind Asami to read the report too. His eyes scan for the location of said facility.

"On the mountains near Obihiro, Hokkaido. That is in the north of Japan. How could Akihito cover that distance? He had nothing when we found him."

Both man keep reading the report carefully.

"There is no date for the incident."

Asami looks at the pictures of the burned facility. A creepy place hidden in the forest, of course no one would look there. Images of Akihito in there, fighting for his life along with others left a disgusting taste in Asami's mouth.

"He said someone helped him and gave him enough money so he could reach Tokyo. He also said he walked during days till he found a road or someone. Up their no one would find a thing."

"No yakuza involvement either. At least none that could be proved." Kirishima states "They found no burned bodies anywhere in a rate of 100 kilometers... wait. No bodies? Not even from the people that might have been working there?"

The two man fall silent, each trying to find reasons for such facts. If the police would not have found bodies of children and teenagers it would be normal but not a single one?

"Akihito said there was a problem. They used to lock him in a dark room but that day because of something their simply did not check if is door was closed and he run. He also said, while he was trying to find an exit he found no one."

"Maybe they were evacuating the experiments. So they could not be found out."

Asami looks up at Kirishima, realization drawing on both their faces. There were no bodies because there was no one in the facility. The fire was not an unfortunate accident. It was on purpose. The fact that Akihito did not die or that his door was left open was also not a coincidence.

"I want eyes on Akihito at all times. He does not take a step without at least two guards following him. I want the name of the facility found and any leads to a possible owner. All calls from strange number are to be identified and the unknown located."

Asami watches as Kirishima bows and walks out of the office. Nothing was a mistake. Akihito is not running away from someone. He was never hiding from anyone. They always knew where he was.

-VF-

The day had been long and terrifying. Akihito opens the penthouse door slowly fearing the moment his feet touch the inside floor. Fearing the moment Asami will get home and send Akihito away. Or break him completely. Either way Akihito will be domed. Maybe he can convince Asami to keep him as a sex toy. After all that is what Akihito was trained to be.

The sound of the TV breaks the boy from his thought while a frown appears on his face. Akihito slowly walks to the living room grabbing an ugly vase on the way in case he needs to knock someone out.

As Akihito reaches the door of the living room, Asami appears coming from the bathroom, an eyebrow lifts as the older male eyes Akihito. An amusing grin fills his face as he watches his boy slowly tip toeing to the living room. His shoes still on.

"Trying to catch a bug?"

Akihito screams, jumping at the sound of Asami's voice. His hand flies to his chest where Akihito's heart is beating a mile a minute. Seriously, Asami needs to stop scaring Akihito like that. One of these days, his heart will not take it and fail. With grace, Asami makes his way to the boy and places a kiss on Akihito's lips before walking into the bedroom. Only then does Akihito notices that the older male is dressed in one of his fancy suits.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Asami hums while picking up a golden watch and putting it on his left wrist. His golden eyes land on Akihito who is by the door still holding the ugly vase. Akihito has a strange taste.

"We are going to a party. Shower and get dressed in that" Asami points to a pair of dress black pants and a cream shirt "We don't have much time so be fast. We are going to have dinner at the party."

The boy simply blinks watching Asami doing his tie in fast, elegant movements. Party? Asami did not tell him of any party. Or did he? Akihito groans making his way to the bathroom without arguing with the older male. Ugly vase still in hand. He will do that while dressing.

Asami chuckles and heads to his office. He puts the code on the door before walking in. With long steps, Asami pulls some decorative books away from the bookshelf behind his desk and enters the safe's code. The door opens displaying some papers, a gun and a black box. Asami pulls the box out, his golden eyes shining slight as a chuckle leaves his lips. He places the box on the desk and takes the gun out, securing it on his holster hidden by his jacket. Asami closes the safe and puts the books back on their place. Grabbing the box, he walks back to the bedroom to find an Akihito buttoning his shirt.

"Not wanting to wear the pants?"

Akihito looks at him faking a laugh while blushing. The boy grabs the pants putting them on with clumsy movements. Asami eyes his boy, pleased with how well the clothes fall on Akihito's body. It is not hard to find clothes that look good on the boy. Akihito's body is perfect. The boy is tall but not taller than Asami. He has a nice body with light muscles and Akihito's ass is firm and round. Even the messy hair seems to compliment with all that is Akihito.

"Asami?" The older male looks up to his boy's face. Akihito bits his lip looking down at the floor. Asami tilts his head keeping silent. He knows it annoys Akihito but it is funny to watch. "W-Where is... Where is m-my coll-collar?"

Has Akihito been bothered by the fact Asami took his collar? Asami chuckles and walks to his boy.

"I thought you hated it."

"I did... at first." Akihito looks up at Asami, his hazel eyes showing how vulnerable and scared the boy is. "Then I... I got u-used to it."

Pride and joy fills Asami at his boy's words. Akihito misses his collar, but why? Surely not only because he got used to wearing it. There has to be something else. The older male silently places the black box on the bed to adjust his boy's shirt, his eyes trained on Akihito's. He can have fun playing with his boy's emotions and feelings. But Akihito has suffered enough. Picking up the box again, Asami opens it to let Akihito eye the collar he only used once.

It still looks brand new and the smell of leather is fresh. The golden gems shining even more if possible. Akihito remembers how it felt to have that collar around his neck. How it felt to be owned by Asami in front of everyone. It was humiliating and it left a cold feeling on his skin. It disgusted him.

Yet, Akihito takes a step closer to Asami while closing his eyes. He needs it. The collar is the only thing that will make the boy feel safe. The ownership it shows still his heart. Asami is a man that likes to be in control and have others knowing what belongs to him. Akihito understands that now. As long as he wears Asami's collar the boy is safe.

Gently, Asami places the collar around his boy's neck fastening it on the back. The contrast from the leather, the golden gems and Akihito's skin is amazing. Just like the first time, everything seems to fit into place. Like one great master piece finally complete.

Akihito opens his eyes, glancing up at Asami. A relieved smile fills the boy's face while Asami leans down, sealing their lips together.