Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder. If I did, having Asami dream of a Neko Akihito would have never come to my mind. Seriously, who thought Asami had such kinkies XD
Author's note: I know it as been ages since I posted this story – or any other for that matter. I got a job and it took most of my time and I seriously did not feel like coming to the laptop to write. I had ideas and I wrote the down on papers so I have those and am going to put them to use. Eventually.
Now, please enjoy the story.
Tell Me What The Rain Knows
Chapter 11
Cold blue eyes run over his body making shivers and goosebumps break on his skin despite the warm day. Akihito is sure Asami's men are around him, ready to protect the boy if needed. Yet, that does not take the fear away. Nor the memories. They are engraved too deep in Akihito's mind. The man before him grins while watching fear spread over the boy's face. Those hazel eyes showing everything.
People keep passing by not caring about the two men eyeing each other silently. Akihito tries to figure out what he should do. He would like to say he knows what Dante is capable of but Akihito seriously does not know. Will the man shoot him if Akihito turns around and walks away? Will Dante follow him? Call his name? Stop him? Akihito looks around desperately trying to spot one of Asami's men.
Nothing.
They were either well hidden or... taken down.
Akihito's eyes widen in fear, cold sweat breaks on his skin. What if he is alone? What if in fact Asami's men were taken down? What will become of him? Sure Dante will not let such opportunity pass by. No. Asami's men are hidden. They just will not come out unless Akihito is really in danger. It is not like they can simply shoot someone. Can they?
"My dear Akihito." Dante's grin seems twisted, sickening even. "I would like for you to give your owner something from us." As Dante takes a step forward, Akihito takes one back. This only excites the man even more. Dante pulls out of his inner pocket a letter handing it to Akihito, who eyes the piece of paper before extending his shaky hand to grab it. "Tell Asami we will be expecting to hear from him soon."
The tall man turns around casually making his way through the crowd. Akihito leans over a wall summing all his will to not let his leg give out. He waits. Two minutes. Then five… then ten. Yet, not even one of Asami's bodyguards come to him. No black car stop on the road in front of him.
People keep walking not bothering to see why the young boy is shaking like a leaf. Why would they? All those month Akihito had lived on the streets no one ever tried to help him.
Except Asami.
Akihito does not care if the man has bad intentions or if he sees the boy as nothing more than an object. Asami helped him. Akihito takes a couple of deep breaths, his heart slowing to a normal beating. The shaking ceases.
Slowly, Akihito lifts his hand running his fingertips over the expensive yet soft leather collar. Dante is right, Asami is his owner and until Asami finally throws Akihito away, the boy will do anything to stand by the man's side.
Akihito looks around before leaning off of the walk and making his way home. He will deliver Dante's letter. And he will do what Asami as planed for him.
-VF-
Cold golden eyes harden more and more as they go through the letter. Asami decides to not think. First he will read the letter, then find out what happened to his men and why did they not take Dante down and only after that is taken cared off will Asami think.
Akihito is kneeling on the floor next to his legs. The boy is watching some boring show while eating some snacks. What bothers Asami more than the letter and what happened to his men, is why Akihito is so uninterested. Why is not the boy freaking out? Akihito got home, greeted him, handed over the letter saying it was from Dante and went to grab some snacks.
Could they have done something to his boy?
Asami focus back on the letter. Those low lives want a meeting to discus Akihito's future. Little do they know Akihito already has a future and it is Asami who set it. The letter also mention about Akihito's past. Where the boy came from, who raised him and the reason why.
It is disgusting.
Yet Asami cannot comment much, he after all is doing something very similar to the boy. He has forced Akihito to respect him, desire him and follow his orders. Not to mention the real purpose of why the boy is living with Asami. Everything is so disturbing and unreal.
Mocking even.
To think Akihito, after all he went through still has so much disappointment in front of him. And Asami is the one who will do all that. The image of a hurt and broken Akihito flashes in his mind. All that fight and life washed away from those beautiful hazel eyes.
Asami looks down at his boy who is chuckling at something the woman in the TV said or did. Slowly, the older man reaches his hand to the collar around the boy's neck. It started as a joke, actually. A way to make the boy understand that just because he was living in a nice house, his life would not be easy. He knew Akihito would hate it. He knew the boy would fight. But Asami had no idea he himself would wish to have met the boy under different circumstances. Asami would still have helped the boy if he found him on the street. Asami would have given Akihito a job at one of his clubs. He would have provided until the boy could stand on his own and maybe Asami would have courted him.
But that was not Akihito's fate.
"Asami?"
The older man focus back in the present to see Akihito eyeing him with worry and curiosity. His hand is now on the boy's hair, gently caressing the soft locks. As if understanding the turmoil inside Asami, Akihito climbs on the couch and curls at Asami's side. One leg goes over Asami's lap while one arm crosses the older man's chest so the hand can rest at the shoulder.
Something twists inside the older man. Listening to his body, Asami lets one of his hands pull the boy closer by the waist while the other takes its time caressing Akihito's leg.
"Are you trying to comfort me, Akihito?"
"Yes, but if you are going to tease me, I will go away." The boy tries to pulls away at Asami's teasing tone, yet the hand around him waist keeps him still. Why does Asami have to be so strong? "Is the letter that bad?"
For a short moment, Asami considers telling Akihito what is in the letter. The boy has told him pretty much everything and the letter only confirms the boy's story. It is the part of what Akihito was to be used to that actually makes Asami disgusted. He may be from the underworld, but Asami always hated when people were sold or used to others desire.
At Asami's silence, Akihito sighs and rests his on the board shoulder. He has seen Asami in a bad mood but this is different. Akihito can almost feel the rage coming from the warm, large body. His hand travels from Asami's shoulder to the toned chest. Maybe he should help the bastard relax. The question is how and the idea that pops in his mind sounds to embarrassing. Yet Akihito cannot think of anything more.
As Akihito prepares himself to make a move Asami's hand slides up the boy's leg. Asami pats Akihito's tight before getting up.
"Go make dinner."
Akihito watches Asami walk away. Something is bothering the older man yet Asami does not trust Akihito enough to seek him. It actually pains the boy. Akihito shakes his head getting rid of the sad thoughts and gets up, walking to the kitchen. The boy opens the fridge wondering what he should do for dinner. As he gets the things he needs, Akihito faintly hears Asami speaking in the living room. He does not understand what the older man is saying and truth be told Akihito does not care. He is just a paw in everything but hell if he is going to care about it. How many like him had the chance to spend some of their lives luxury? How many had food on the table everyday? Akihito remember he never felt hungry in the facility - as long as he was a good boy - even if the food was never good. It filled the stomach.
-VF-
Akihito turns around in the big bed resting his head on Asami's shoulder while his arm goes around the older man's waist. His eyes land on the clock at the side table. 10 PM. Akihito needs to get up and makes breakfast. He needs to go to the library to get some study done. Yet the younger boy only snuggles more into Asami's warmth.
Today he just wants to spend the day lazing around. Enjoy the simple moments Akihito is sure will come if Asami decides to stay home. But the life of a crime lord is never lazy. Akihito looks up at Asami's sleeping face. Now that he things about it, is Asami really yakuza? The older man never said otherwise but he never admitted either. Maybe Asami is one of those people who work for both sides. And when does he work out? Asami is always either working or sleeping.
Akihito groans gently. Now he is fully awake thanks to his stupid mind. Asami's hand come around his waist pulling the younger boy closer. Akihito smiles gently seeing Asami is still sleeping. Slowly Akihito lets his hand runs up Asami's chest.
If the rest of his days could be spent like this, Akihito would never ask for anything more. Just the safety and warmth Asami's arms and soul bring him. Akihito closes his eyes slowly drifting back to sleep, his mind silenced by Asami's unconscious infections. He needs nothing more.
But miracles don't exist in this world. There are only inevitabilities, accidents and the choices people make.
