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Betrayal	By : Reist Category: +S to Z > Viewfinder Views: 1796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does. I do not make any profit with this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Betrayal
- 2-Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does. I do not make any profit with this story.

Warnings: Angst, violence.

Pairings: ?

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: They will not forgive the crime against them.

Notes: Hello readers. Sorry for the wait. I got into writing a Yugioh story, very into it. I hope this chapter will hold you over until I can find my writing spirit for Viewfinder again. Please tell me what you think.

Bounces ran toward them. People were backing up away from them. Purple eyes stared at the exit as his few guards moved toward him. His mind was spinning. He glanced over and asked, “How bad?”

“It is a fresh wound. Nothing serious.” Yoh answered as he followed his master out of the club. There was no need to be there when the police come.

Fei Long glanced to the night sky, whispering, “Akihito.”

Betrayal

A man drove down the road, chuckling to himself as he turned up his music. The looks on both of them were priceless. It felt good to feel this way again. The danger engulfing him completely. It was a rush. His blue eyes stared straight ahead as he pushed down on the gas. Will Fei Long tell Asami?

Forgive.

Never.

He couldn’t forget the crime against him. He couldn’t find it in his heart to forgive the beast that stole his life away from him. This was his life now. He had to go forward, waiting for an end to come.

Hate.

Love.

Hate.

Emotions started to bleed together, forever changing him into the man he was now. He had to keep moving one foot in front of another. He had to keep strong, never giving up to an enemy. His wish he needed to complete.

Love.

His heart was never met to fall to the one who stole everything from him. He turned the corner sharply.

Yasuo Shouji.

A name he took as his own. A name that he swore to avenge. It would have been so simple a year ago. He would have been able to pull it off and escape without anyone knowing. He pulled in front of a hotel. He step out, glancing to the door to his room. His lips turned up into a small grin as he saw a woman leaning against the wall next to his room. Her shadowed green eyes glanced to him. She was in her early thirties, six years older than him. She wore a low cut shirt, hiding nothing from view and a tight pair of leather pants, showing her perfect curves. He took a step forward, whispering, “Airi.”

“He is dead.” Airi spoke sharply.

He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, “He was an old fool anyways.”

“He was my lover.” Airi sneered.

“Like you cared for him.” Shouji mumbled.

Airi pushed her long black hair out of her face and sighed, “Agree with you, Shouji or should I call you by your real name.” The man smirked at her as he opened the door for her. She entered the room, looking around. She muttered, “Infatuated much.” All over the room were photos of a tall man, the yakuza that destroyed an innocent soul with his sin.

Hate.

Love.

Hate.

Shouji glanced at the photos, taken by him in the past. Some were unaware moments of the yakuza. His finger traced one photo over top of his table. He asked, “How are you alive?”

“When I gained a report Yasuo Shouji’s name was used, I figure you were bailing out. I left, no sense getting myself killed for an old pervert.” Airi explained as she flopped onto the bed. She leaned back, chuckling, “I brought you in the fold. I praised you for your skills. Was it too hard to finish off one man, who fell for you? Did he figure your boyish looks were all false? Tell me what made you fail, Akihito.”

Love.

Trap.

Shouji sneered, glaring at the playful woman, “None of your business.”

Airi jumped off the bed and walked toward him. Running her finger up his toned arm, she purred, “Who wouldn’t want him. He is powerful, rich, and great looking. But it was your mission to make him fall for you not the other way. Why Akihito? Why did you want the job?” She couldn’t figure him out. She ran over the scar on his wrist, whispering, “Pain was given to you then, but the pain inside of you was there before you even knew the name Asami Ryuuichi.”

Revenge.

Hate.

Yasuo Shouji

He sat down, lighting up a cigarette. It was refreshing having an old friend near him. It made a little bit of life enter his dead body. Blue eyes glanced around the room, seeing something he was so close to at one point. He whispered, “I knew his name. I knew who he was. Yasuo Shouji was killed because of him.”

“What does that name mean to you? I have looked and looked, but there is not a damn thing.” Airi growled angry at herself for finding nothing. She was the best looking up information, but there was not a damn thing. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms.

Smirking at his longtime friend, he teased, “It will be my secret until the final battle.”

Revenge.

Wanting.

Desiring.

Forgive.

Never.

He closed his eyes as he inhaled the toxin into his lungs. Grey smoke left his mouth and he heard Airi sigh sadly. Opening his eyes, he spoke, “Better go. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Airi stared into a different man. This was not the boy who entered the fold at the age of nineteen. She pushed away from the wall, having a gun pointed at her. She smiled and replied, “Avenge someone lost damns you forever. Can you kill your lover?” She turned the door knob and walked out the door, leaving her last message to him. She knew what tonight brings.

Shouji took another drag from his cigarette and stared straight at a photo on the wall. It had Asami laying there asleep. The man looked so peaceful and relaxed. How could someone who kills for a living sleep that wonderfully.

‘Betrayal’

He held his gun up and fired one shot, hitting the photo dead on. Tonight, he will loss another. His soul was too lost to be saved. He leaned back in his chair and whispered, “Will I be free once the sin is done or will I forever be a prisoner?”

Love.

Love.

Love.

Why did he fall? Why did he feel for a monster? He leaned his head back as grey smoke rose to the ceiling. It wasn’t meant to be this way. He was meant to feel nothing for the yakuza. Sadly, his plan back fired on him and he fell for his own trap. He knew from the start it was a dangerous game. His eyes closed as he inhaled the cancer stick. There wasn’t time to think of his mistakes. He had to be sharp.

War.

In a warehouse, Asami leaned against the wall, waiting for his guest to come. He glanced to his watch. He should have told his men to drag her here. Will she have the information he needs? Will she give it up freely? The door opened and the woman he was waiting for walked inside. Her shadowed green eyes gave him one look, and then glanced around the area. He had the winning hand. He spoke, “Where is he?”

“Where is who?” Airi questioned back. She knew who he was talking about. Revenge was all Akihito had. It what made him live. She was grabbed and dragged before the most powerful yakuza to walk around.

“Takaba Akihito. Where is he?” Asami bit out.

Airi stared into those golden eyes and spoke, “I have no idea, but I do one thing, he will not stop until it is done.” She fell to the floor as a punch landed in her face. She spit out blood from her mouth and teased, “Ever learn not to hit a lady?” She was kicked in the stomach. It was her end but that was all right. She had to only buy him time. Maybe she can keep quiet for him to carry out whatever he desired.

Yasuo Shouji.

She brought him in the fold, who no one knew what his involvement was with Yasuo. Yasuo was just a lawyer, one who got too close in taking down a powerful yakuza. How did Akihito know him? Why did he feel so strongly for him? No one knew the answer. She was dragged away to a chair. She chuckled as blood dipped down her chin, “He will hunt you down. He will not stop until it is over. I would watch out for him.”

Asami glared at the woman in front of him. He wanted answers. He slammed his fist into her face, breaking her nose. She continued to laugh. He responded, “You will die slowly tonight.”

“Do your worse Asami Ryuuichi. I do not care. I know he will go… go after you until the final show down… down.” Airi spit out. Blood straining her beautiful face. It was over for her. Tonight marked her death. She felt her hands tied up. She wasn’t going to fight. She chose this life. She needed it, the rush of danger. She was always a problem child, now it has finally caught up to her. She shut her eyes, feeling the affects of the drug in her body. She felt her mouth dry up. She whispered, “It’s… It’s over and there will be no… no answers from me. Only know one… one name, Yasuo Shouji. Remember it… it when he…he comes for you… you. That is the key to… to everything.”

Kirishima spoke, “Sir, her pulse is lowering.”

Asami grabbed her and sneered, “What did you do?”

Airi whispered, “I brought him into… into the fold. But he was a lost soul long before he met me… me. It’s over… over.” She spit out blood, feeling her body slow down. She took a drug that would kill her. It was the last thing she could do for him.

Asami pulled out his gun, firing it right at the woman’s leg. He sneered, “You will tell me where he is.”

Airi felt cold and numb. Her eyes unable to stay open. She sighed, “I do… do not know. He is… is no longer innocent in this… this world. He sold his soul… soul. No one… one knows his reasons. He made… made sure you were his… his target. Yasuo Shouji.” She felt her world spin as another bullet pierced her shoulder. She chuckled brokenly, “Yasuo Shouji. Yasuo Shouji.”

Asami fired another shot in the other shoulder, but nothing else. Airi breathed one time and nothing more came from the woman. He fired three more shots in the dead body. Anger pulled at him. He found nothing about Yasuo Shouji that would connect him to Akihito. He pulled away, walking out of the warehouse. His men knew what to do. Was Akihito out of the country or was he still in Japan? What would it take to get him?

War.

In a hotel room, Shouji stared at the photos, feeling his heart fluttered. The fire place burned brightly. One photo he took had them together. It was the only photo he could get with Asami knowing. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. His eyes showed the haunting look as it always did. He held the photo over the flame, watching it lick at it.

Hate.

Love.

Hate.

It was over. It was time to carry out his last wish. There was no other way. He needed to avenge what was taken from him. He watched as the flames engulfed the photo of him and Asami. His heart broke as his mind told him what to do. He watched as the part of Asami in the photo burned away, making it crumbled into dust. He tossed more photos. Each one of them burned in the hot flame.

Revenge.

Sorrow.

Pain.

He had pain long before he stood by the yakuza’s side. His blue eyes continued to watch each photo burn. He pulled away from the fire place as he grabbed his weapon. He loaded it. As a grin appeared on his face, he whispered deadly, “The game as began, Asami Ryuuichi.”

War.

Asami leaned over the railing on the docks. He heard footsteps and turned his head. Kirishima and Suoh stood there with a serious face. He asked, “Do we have anything?”

“We might.” Kirishima answered. He handed over a note that had the woman’s blood on it. He stated, “It’s an address. I checked. It is a hotel about fifteen minutes away.”

Asami nodded his head and ordered, “We are going there.” He walked away, vowing, “I will find you, Takaba Akihito.”

A man with long black hair and blue eyes stared at the hotel room. He touched the letter taped to the door of his room. It only had one name on it but the demon would understand. He pulled away. No doubt, the yakuza got his calling card that he slipped into Airi’s pocket before she left. His feet moved him to his car and he slid inside. He pushed down on the gas and sped out of the parking lot. He turned the corner to see a limo drive into the area. His blue eyes glanced to the tinted windows of the back. He chuckled, “War, my lost lover.”

Asami stepped out of the car. Kirishima already went to the owner but he didn’t keep records if the person paid in cash. He walked down the hall but stopped at one door when he saw a letter stuck to the door. It only read one name.

Yasuo Shouji

His hands curled into fists. Before he could stop himself, he slammed his fist in the door. Suoh walked over to him though he didn’t say a word once his eyes landed on the note. He opened the door, walking inside. A few photos were on the floor, his face on them. He looked at the fire place, noticing some photos were burning still. He turned his head to the wall to see a picture of him sleeping. There was a bullet hole in it and above it stated one word. The word he had in his mind.

WAR!
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