AN: Here is the second part of the fic. I hope you like it. This is as far as I have thought about it and unless I can think of something else I will not add to it, though I am pleased with how it ended. However if enough of you want me to continue it and PM me about it with either ideas or just to ask me to continue it I might do so but as of right now I have no plans to do so.

I do not own Finder Series.

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Though his face did not show any indication of it, Kirishima and Suoh knew Asami was worried. Akihito had not woken up in over a week and none of the dozens of doctors and specialists who had seen the boy could say why. At this point their boss was tense all the time and even they had been worried sick about Takaba's health.

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It was around eight when Asami came back home. He had been coming home early every night for the past two weeks because he wanted to make sure he was at home when and if Akihito woke up, which according to the doctor's since they did not know the cause of the coma, may not happen at all. He had his personal doctor stay in the guest room in case by some kind of miracle his lover woke up. He had been sleeping on the couch, every time he entered the bedroom and saw the still sleeping form of his once energetic kitten and noticed how his body had began losing weight, something inside his chest clenched painfully.

Asami entered the bedroom like every other day and laid on the bed next to the slim body, with care not to touch the different wires and tubes hooked up to the blonde he got as close to his lover as he could and took the smaller hand into his, taking it to his lips and kissing it softly. His hand let go of the other one and with its back caressed the boy's cheek and soft hair. Asami's lips kissed the soft skin of the pale cheeks and moved to Takaba's ear, where he whispered the three words he never thought he would say, followed by pleading requests. His only comfort was the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor; it assured him the boy was still alive.

"Akihito, please wake up. Wake up, come back to me. Don't leave me, come back, open those eyes and show me that their fire is still there."

He placed another kiss on the boy's temples and cheek before getting out of the bed and walking out of the room having set his face in his usual unreadable mask. Upon his entering the living room Kirishima walked toward him and handed his boss the repots for the day.

He was worried about his boss and friend, Asami had circles under his eyes and he looked tired. He knew the man had not been sleeping well and that Takaba's condition had begun to affect the man's appetite. All the secretary could hope for was for Takaba to wake up soon so things could go back to normal. The stress level on the golden eyed man had risen so high that the smallest offence was paid with blood, which had enemies as well as allies treading carefully. It was almost ironic that things in Tokyo had been more peaceful then he could remember since the boy fell into a coma, everyone was scared about causing Asami some insult and paying with their own life.

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It had been three weeks since the last time Akihito's eyes opened. He looked at his surroundings and took in all the medical equipment he was connected to. The feeding tube was making him gag and he tried to take it out on his own, his heart race increased as he struggled with it and a middle aged man rushed into the room quickly checking his eyes as he shined a light into them.

"Takaba-san, Takaba-san. Calm down, I am taking the tube off but I need you to calm down."

The blonde seemed not to understand what the doctor was saying and the man began calling for Asami, who had been sleeping on the living room couch. Asami ran into the room and stood next to his lover holding the smaller hands into his and calling the boy's name softly to calm him down. A weight in the center of his chest lifted and his breathing became lighter as the worry he had been feeling slowly disappeared.

"Akihito, it's ok. I'm here, calm down Akihito."

The struggling boy began to calm down as Asami rubbed small circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. The hazel eyes locked on golden ones and Asami was momentarily taken back, there was something different about Akihito's eyes – the fire he was accustomed to, the fire that made Akihito who he was, was no longer there. There was fire there, but somehow it was not the same.

Another week passed and the differences in his lover became more noticeable. Akihito now called him 'Asami-san' all the time. The way he walked, spoke, cooked, this person before him had no passion for photography, even the way he acted in bed was different from his Akihito, and eventually Asami didn't touch the boy at all. He did not know what happened or how it happened but one thing he was sure of, this was not his Akihito. Their conversations were reduced to only the necessary and Asami barely came home, only coming by to see the blonde was still alright.

The hazel eyed blonde sat on the bed with his arms around his knees and his head resting on them as he cried, Asami had not come home at all that day. When he noticed Asami had begun to act cold towards him, at first he was confused, then the golden eyed man stopped touching him and only talked to him when he needed something or to answer a question. Asami began coming home only once a day to check on him and take a shower then he would leave, now he was not even coming home.

"Why won't he stay with me? Why won't he love me? I look exactly the same; it's the same body, but why? Why won't he love me?" he said between sobs.

He cried himself to sleep when he realized that it did not matter how long he waited, Asami won't come back.

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He walked into the bedroom and looked at the still form on the bed. Akihito lay asleep, the long chain wrapped around his neck tied him to the headboard then came down to wrap around the arms and legs keeping him immobilized. It had been a long struggle to subdue the boy's soul and in the end he only managed it by tricking him.

Aidan paced inside the bedroom with questions swirling around his mind. "Why? Why? Why" he kept repeating to himself and worked up the courage to ask the only person who would be willing to give him answers, climbing onto the bed. It hurt so bad to love someone who did not love you and treated you coldly.

"Akihito," he softly slapped the boy awake. "Akihito wake up."

Hazel eyes opened and looked at him with anger. Akihito struggled to free himself but his effort was to no avail.

"Let me go you son of a bitch!"

"Akihito"

"Get these fucking things off me!"

"Akihito" he pleaded again while the other continued to scream profanities at him.

Tears began falling from his eyes as he called Takaba's name and the other paused his shouting to look at him confusedly.

"Why are you crying? He gave everything you wanted, you took everything from me. What else could you possibly want from me?"

"I need you to answer one question for me. I need you to tell me the truth."

"What? What can you possibly need me to tell you?"

"I need to know why"

"Why what?"

"Why he won't love me? He will not touch me, won't talk to me and now he won't even come home. It's the same body, the same face, so why? Why won't he love me like he loves you?"

"He won't love you, he will NEVER love you, because despite what you look on the outside, on the inside you are still not me and he can tell. Even if you act like me, even if you sound like me, in the end you are not me and even if he does not know how, in his heart he can tell."

"NO! You lie, he will love me, he has to." Sobs escaped the one who looked just like him and he softened his voice as he delivered the painful truth.

"You can't make someone love you. It's not how it works, no one can tell the heart whom to love. Please, let me go back to him, he needs me just as much as I need him. Let me go back."

"I don't want to, you don't understand. I have come back so many times to learn this lesson, to learn about love. This is my last life, this is my last chance and I don't want to let him go, I want to be with him."

"Sometimes love hurts, this is also part of loving someone and perhaps it's part of the lesson you had to learn. But just because you can't be with him doesn't mean you have to make him miserable by keeping me from him, let me go back and let him be happy. Loving someone is about wanting that person to be happy. If you love him like you say, then let him be happy."

Tears of resignation fell from the sad eyes and he nodded his consent as he removed the chains from around the other's body.

"I don't want to sleep anymore, at first I thought that watching life go by through another's eyes was tedious and boring. I thought that if I sunk myself into sleep I did not have to suffer through the monotony of existence, but now I wish I could at least watch life go by if only it meant I could see him be happy every time you open your eyes."

"Why can't you?"

"What?"

"Why can't you watch him through my eyes?"

"You would feel me every moment of your life, you would know I am there, you would remember what you are and feel my hunger until the day I fade away because your body won't be able to support two souls awake at the same time. Your life would never be the same, could you do that? For me? For someone who has trapped you and tried to take everything from you? Would you forgive me?"

"I think you have suffered enough, I have never been one to hold on to rancor." Said Akihito as he extended his hand to the other who took it with grateful tears.

They stepped off the bed at the same time and a chair appeared before the floor to ceiling windows facing the outside. Aidan walked to the chair and before sitting turned around to address his host.

"Thank you" he said

"Other me, I hope we can be friends… since we are going to be each other's company until you find rest."

"Aidan."

"What?"

"My name, it's Aidan."

"Oh, I never knew."

"You never asked, and I never told you… I too hope we can be friends."

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Hazel eyes opened once more, it was already past noon and Asami was not home. He walked around the house and there was no evidence the yakuza had come to the penthouse at all. He searched for his cell phone and after finding it called the very familiar number. The phone rang about five times before the smooth baritone voice from the other side answered after a tired sigh.

"Asami"

"Oi, bastard…" he said

"Akihito" He could practically hear the relief on the man's voice, he sounded tired.

"Come home… and bring sushi on your way back."

"I will be there in ten minutes."

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This is it my friends, do let me know what you think.

Setsuna