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Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does. I do not make any profit from this story.

Warnings: Angst, drug use, abuse.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito

Chapters: 4/?

Summary: AU. Akihito needs help and he goes to a very powerful yakuza. What would be the price be for the help and what type of help will he receive in the end?

Notes: Hello readers. Thanks for all the comments. I’m trying my best to get back into writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think.

A few days have passed, making his head spin. He woke up, lying in the bed. He was alone every time. He would hear some voices in the other room. He moved away from the bed, feeling the shakes. He wondered if he could get the pills again. He walked out of the room, seeing a young girl sitting on the couch. She looked his way and he froze in his tracks.

“You are the person I was waiting for, kid.” The teenager said.

“I’m older than you.” Akihito hissed.

Aika laughed, “You don’t act like it. I saw your record.” She stood up, holding out her hand as she introduced herself, “Aika.” The boy shook her hand. She put down a camera, making those hazel eyes widened. She walked to him, stating, “You can help me.”

“What do I get?” Akihito asked. He wanted to know who this strange girl was. He could feel the danger around her. Why did he go to that man for help? He grabbed his wallet, having a picture fall out of it. He picked it up, seeing Hiro with a smile on his face. He had no choice. No one believed him when he claimed abused. It was the only way to protect his adoptive brother.

Aika leaned against the wall and stated, “You don’t get a cell. You had someone kill your step-father.”

“That is enough, Aika.” Asami firmly stated as he walked into the room. He saw the fighter frozen on his tracks. He walked over and ordered as he placed a business card in front of the other man, “You will go here at eleven. After that, I have a job for you.”

“What kind?” Akihito asked, afraid of what would be asked of him.

Placing a photo of a young man in his late twenties on the table, Asami explained, “This man, I want you to follow and take photos of him. Do not worry I will pay for the service.”

Akihito spanned around looking at the man like he lost his mind. How was he going to track a guy down? He was going through withdrawal. It would impossible to be silent. He was handed a piece of paper from the teenager girl. He wanted to yell. He wanted away but he sold his soul to this devil. He knew Asami could make him fall for the murder. He asked, “How much?”

“How much do you want?” Asami asked. Akihito turned his head. He glared at Aika, making her wave her hand and walk out the door. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist, making the man tense. He whispered into the ear, “You will follow your dreams. You have a good eye. You will get clean and go to college.” He pulled away, noting the odd look he was receiving. He grabbed his suit jacket, putting it over to hide his weapons. He spoke, “Eleven. Be there or else.” He walked out the door to see Aika standing there. He didn’t tell her anything except that he was good at photographing. He was leaving with Aika following.

Akihito flopped onto the chair, staring at the photo. Could he do it? He really didn’t have a choice. He wondered what Asami wanted. He still felt the arms wrap around him. It felt safe instead of dangerous. Was he deprived so much that he would look for comfort in a yakuza? He closed his eyes, whispering, “Mother, do you see what he did to me?” He looked at the business card, noting the person he was going to meet was a therapist. He saw a plate of food. He decided food was a good idea. Maybe it would help with his shakes. He grabbed the spoon, cussing as it shook.

Outside, Asami looked at Aika. He spoke, “You will get what you want. Now it is time for you to return.”

Placing her hand on the limo door, Aika stared into gold eyes. She spoke freely, knowing it could be dangerous no matter who she was to this man, “I might be a girl. I might have mother’s looks. But I am far from being weak. I do not wish to be pushed aside. I am not asking for Kisa’s right. I want…”

“I heard enough, Aika.” Asami cut her off. Her eyes pleaded with him just like Mi did. He stepped inside the limo, ordering, “Return home. If I find out you do anything against my orders, you will regret it.” The limo door was shut and he sighed. He would give her anything but he made a promise long ago.

Suoh placed his hand on top of Aika’s shoulder. She looked at him with a glare. He shook his head and replied, “He is only following his only promise to Mi-san.” He slid inside the limo in the front, ready for a day at work.

Aika stood there, whispering, “I will help the Asami name one way or another, I swear it.” She walked back inside, noting her guard watching her every step.

Akihito walked out to see Aika. He grabbed her arm to see her glare at him. He hissed, “I’m not someone to look down on.” She raised an eyebrow. He asked, “Who is this guy and why does Asami want me to follow him?”

“I want you to follow him. He will become my fiancé soon if I don’t prove he is unworthy to me.” Aika explained as she pulled her arm away from the boy. She headed toward her condo, ready to pack up and return back. She walked inside, feeling. She hissed, “Emotion gets you killed.”

Akihito shook his head, feeling sick to his stomach. He wanted to throw up and curl back in the bed. He glanced to the therapist card again. Why was Asami doing this for him? What was the man getting out of this? He walked outside seeing a tall guy standing right by a car. The man pointed to the car and said his surname. He slid inside, feeling lost and confused. His shakes didn’t stop. He was sweating a lot too. He wanted to throw up the food he just ate. He pretty much felt like shit. Asami was a hard character to understand. Why did Asami want him as a lover? There were many out there that would make a better partner. He closed his eyes, hoping the world would stop spinning on him. He didn’t want to see a therapist but at the same time he did. He wished he knew which step he should take. He ran his hand over his face, whispering, “I will let fate take me where I must be.” Maybe this time, he will have a chance to live.

At Club Sion, Asami walked inside his office to see someone he didn’t think would come. Kisa was sitting there calmly next to the elderly man. He sat down and asked, “What do I owe this pleasure?”

“Who is Takaba Akihito?” The elderly man questioned as he look into those gold eyes.

“You will find out soon enough.” Asami answered as he fished out a cigarette. Kirishima lit for him and he stared at Kisa who didn’t flinch an inch. He responded, “Aika will be returning.”

“She is ready…”

“She will not get any more involved in the underworld than she is.” Asami cut the elderly man off.

“Ryuuichi, she is not Mi.” Junpei said softly.

“That is true. Mi wouldn’t foolish try to con me or act against me.” Asami stated. Kirishima set down some reports in front of him. He asked, “What is the she-devil doing?” Kisa snorted and turned his head away.

“You need a partner.” Junpei stated.

“Hmm.” Asami hummed as he crossed out some notes and rewrote it. He handed the documents over to Kirishima, knowing he had meetings to attend to.

Junpei stood up with his cane holding him up. He saw those golden eyes glance to him. He stated, “The last dinner was ruined for no one showed up. In one week, we will meet up and everyone will show up.” He limped out of the office, using his cane to help him walk.

In front of a tall building, Akihito climbed out of the car ready to meet his fate. He climbed one stair but his name was called. He knew that voice so well. He turned his tired eyes toward the running teen. A woman behind him and of course, Dai with them. He stepped away from the building. The guard looked at him in puzzlement. He tried to smile but it seemed pointless.

Hiro grabbed his brother’s arm, speaking, “They are accusing you of father’s death.”

Yasu sighed sadly, “You are still on those drugs. My dear boy, why can’t you…”

“I’m starting to get clean Aunt Yasu.” Akihito cut her off. He looked at Dai who was staring at him hard and then looking toward the building. He asked, “Why did you follow me?”

Yasu stated firmly, “Takaba Akihito, you are in deep trouble. Dai is ready to arrest you on charges of murder. I knew you hated your step-father but I didn’t think it would go that far.”

Akihito listened to the rant but from the corner of his eye he saw the guard on the phone. He took another step away from the building. He looked Dai in the eye and stated his innocence, “I didn’t do it.”

“Hiring someone to do it for you is the same thing.” Dai pointed out.

“I didn’t do that either.” Akihito hissed. Would he fall for this crime? Wouldn’t it be better for him? He closed his eyes as he remembered the strong arms wrapped around his waist the morning. It was safe. He never felt like that since he was a child. He opened his eyes as he felt cuffs snap around his wrists.

Yasu whispered, “Akihito, please, tell him what happened.”

“Takaba-san, your lawyer will meet you down at the station. Asami-sama has called in and cancelled your appointment.” Jirou, the guard said.

Akihito looked at him, giving a small smile. It would seem he was safe for a while. Even if he gave up Asami, he doubted the police could prove it. On top of that, he would still be convicted. He went to the yakuza in the first place. He pushed Dai to the side, bending over. Everything he ate came up and landed on the sidewalk.

“You should have checked yourself into a hospital, Akihito.” Dai stated.

“He was getting help today but you have stopped him by arresting him.” Jirou responded calmly. He watched as Dai took Akihito away and the two others walking with them. He stepped inside the car and followed the cop.

At Club Sion, Asami stared out the window from his office. He stood up, speaking, “Kisa take my today meetings. I want the deal.”

“Asami-sama, who is this kid?” Kisa asked.

Asami turned his head toward the sixteen year old. He smirked as he replied, “You will know when the dinner happens.” He walked out already knowing his lawyer was almost to the police station. He did have to question why he was helping this no-one. He chuckled, “I’m taken with him and we only met.”

At the police station, Akihito rinsed his mouth out with water. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. It felt like it was inside to the outside. He leaned his head back staring at the two way mirror. He sighed making Dai tap his pen against the table.

Dai spoke first, “We can help you out.”

“That didn’t work very well the last time or the time before or the tons of times before that.” Akihito snapped. He didn’t trust the police. No one helped him. He was alone in the world. Odd that someone like Asami would help him. He closed his eyes, seeing those golden eyes eating him inside to the outside.

Dai landed his hand on the pale one, sighing, “Akihito, please. I want to see you do better in life not like this.”

Akihito pulled his hand away, hissing, “Do you think this is what I wanted for my life!?” Dai gave him a look and he shut his mouth. He heard the door open and a beautiful tall woman entered the room. Her bright grayish eyes glared at Dai. She slammed her briefcase onto the table.

“I’m Takaba-san’s lawyer. My name is Hana.” Hana replied as she grabbed the report in front of her. She shook her head, stating, “You have no proof that he was involved at all. I suggest you release Takaba-san now or I will file harassment charges against the entire police department after suing you.”

Akihito felt the cuffs being taken off. He stood up, grabbing a hold of the table to help him. Asami gave help when no one did. All the man wanted was him to play lover. It made no sense to him. He looked at Dai, a man who tried to help him but never believed his words. No one thought he could make it. Asami was given him a life. He walked out of the room, seeing his aunt and brother. They both stood up, looking at him. He turned his eyes to see Asami standing there. Why? It made no sense to him. He walked to the man. He had to admit, the man was like a walking god. He knew he favored the same sex. He leaned up, wrapping his arms around the neck. If Asami wanted to play him as lover, then he will show it. His lips were sealed. It felt like a fire was running through his veins. Could Asami be the one to pull him through when no one else could? The kiss was broken and heard the gasps from his aunt and brother. He leaned his head against the toned chest. He whispered, “Didn’t mean to miss the appointment.”

“It is all right. I can have her come to you if that will make you more comfortable.” Asami replied. Hazel eyes stared at him confused. Still there was a fire. He was going to draw out that flame, make it burn once again. Dai stared at him. He wrapped his arm around the thin waist, speaking, “Time for us to go. You do have that job to do later.” He walked out of the police department. He had Kirishima hand a check over to Hana for her services.

In a huge mansion, way in the back, bright eyes stared at the mark. Aika raised her gun, shooting and hitting the target on mark. Some guards clapped their hands, annoying her to no end. She wondered what he was doing, what he was planning. She hated being left in the dark. She was never involved in anything. Yes, she had her mother looks except her eye color. Still, she wasn’t weak. She hated being weak. She refused to fall to any enemy. She heard high heels hitting the floor. She turned her head to see her grandma standing there. She set the gun down, bowing her head.

Emi sighed, “I see the men are doing their own thing.”

“He is driving grandpa insane with his secrets.” Aika responded as she picked up the gun and went back to the target.

Emi watched her granddaughter fire the gun over and over. She responded, “You couldn’t fool him to gain more information.” It was a statement not a question.

Aika set her gun down again, staring at the shot up target. She whispered, “I don’t want Kisa’s place. I want to be seen as a fighter as well. Right now, I am not worthy of the Asami name.”

Emi stated, “You are worthy of the name Asami. You have your place in this family.” Her granddaughter turned her head to look at her. She walked toward her, continuing with her words, “You have excellent taste in character. You know when someone is lying or trying to fool the family. You have helped Ryuuichi out many times with that sharp sense.”

“Do you think he values me in our world?” Aika asked.

“Very much.” Emi replied.

In a large condo, Akihito stared out the window, fiddling with the camera in his hand. He was left alone. His mind was trying to piece everything together. Nothing made sense. He wasn’t the type to be taken in by a high class yakuza. The yakuza called him his pet and he slapped the man in the face for it. The guards looked shocked but those golden eyes were lit up in amusement. He shook his head. He had a job to do and he was going to do it even if it took all his strength. He studied the address and decided to leave as the sun was starting to set. He walked out the door, ready to gain his life back. He vowed, “I will not let you win. I will show the world I can survive.”

At Club Sion, Asami sat behind his desk, looking over reports. He tilted his head as he saw the nice writing. He could tell it wasn’t Kisa. He glanced over to the boy who kept his eyes straight on him. He set them down, stating, “You have been letting her look into it.”

“Aika does her own thing. Not even I have the power to stop her.” Kisa responded.

Asami turned his chair to look out the window. He lit up a cigarette, staring at the darken sky. Today was filled with surprises all the way around. The notes will help him make some good rough decisions. No doubt Kisa saw it too. He spoke, “Aika will not back down. In so many ways she is like Mi.”

“Mother would have flipped if she knew Aika’s involvement, Father.” Kisa responded, trying to keep his voice calm, not showing the hurt that his mother’s name brought to him every time he heard it.
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