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It had never been his intention to make the boy a prisoner.
Never. He loved Akihito far too much to ever do that to him. There was nothing the boy loved more than the streets of Tokyo, the colors and the sounds and the smells and striving to capture all the action around him with the lense of his little camera. And Asami was proud of him, proud of his passion and his free spirit. He would never want to crush that. Asami made every accommodation for him. He hired countless bodyguards to watch over him, to be Asami’s eyes and ears, his might and muscle when he could not be with his boy. To keep him safe. To protect that which was most precious to Asami Ryuichi.
He deluded himself that he could protect Akihito forever, even as he rose in power and prominence, and made more and more allies and enemies in the Tokyo underworld. He convinced himself that his power and his grip on the city was strong enough to keep Akihito safe. That no one would DARE touch the boy, simply because he had said so.
It worked, for a time.
The whole of the underworld was kept pinned under his thumb. No one bothered Akihito and the boy was free to flit about the city as he pleased, under supervision, of course. But as the birds always know when a storm is on the horizon, Asami woke that morning with a sense of foreboding hanging dark like a cloud over his head. It was oppressive, like a weight on his chest and he felt it the moment he opened his eyes. He lay for a moment trying to ascertain the feeling of disquiet. Everything was well. Everything was as it should be. Akihito was wound about his body like snake, his limbs warm and heavy with sleep as Asami pressed his tongue in to taste his soft, open mouth. The boy was naked as he always was, his nude body tight and perfect. He had started insisting they both sleep naked over the past few months and Asami was hardly complaining. His skin like hot silk under Asami’s palm as he skimmed his hand over bare flanks and soft thighs. The sight of his beauty roused Asami’s body to action, as it always did, but there was a tightness in his chest and an overpowering sense of anxiety that muted his lust.
He shrugged it off as simply too much whiskey the night before and took an extra vitamin with his coffee.
Normally he left his phone on mute, all calls forwarded to Kirishima. If there was an emergency Kirishima was in the next room and Asami preferred to be undisturbed when he worked. He was a stockbroker, amongst other things, and a gifted one at that. His razorsharp intellect and talent for numbers allowed him to analyze the rise and fall of the markets with ease, spotting trends long before anyone else could. It was just one of the ways he made his clients and himself insane amounts of money.
That day however, the numbers ran before his eyes as incomprehensible and meaningless to him as ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. He was simply unable to focus. His thoughts kept wandering back to Akihito.The boy was so sweet, so naive and so innocent. His mind simply didn’t work the same way as everyone else’s did. He was far simpler and slower than most people but that was part of what made Asami cherish him so dearly. Akihito was different.
He was special.
Akihito was his beloved baby brother and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him.
A touch of guilt tugged at his heart at the way their relationship had evolved and how he had unscrupulously taken every advantage. He had never intended to let what they had turn sexual…. but there was also no way he would allow another human being to ever come between them. If Akihito had a need, he would be the one to take care of it. Over the time that it had taken for Akihito to grow from a teenager into a full grown man, their relationship had slowly turned from brothers into lovers and Asami had no regrets.
He knew their shared bloodline should have mattered, but it didn’t. Not to him and not to Akihito. They were everything to one another and that was all that had ever mattered. No one else knew and it certainly wasn’t as if they looked like brothers. Asami was the spitting image of their father, raven hair, strong features and burning amber eyes. Akihito was the mirror of their mother, petite and fragile as an angel, delicately made and stunningly beautiful. There was no one that Asami had ever found as beautiful as his younger brother and no one that had ever roused the emotions his boy could, with just one glance of those wide-lashed baby blues.
Asami smiled as he traced the boy’s pert chin in the photo he kept in his desk but it didn’t ease the tightness in his chest. He needed to call his bodyguard, to hear Akihito’s voice, just to reassure himself that everything was as it should be.
Akihito’s bodyguard for the day, Hiro, picked up after only one ring, “Asami-san.”
The powerful man’s tone was brusque and impersonal, “Report.”
“We are on the corner of sixth and main, headed due east towards the zoo.”
“The zoo?” Asami confirmed with surprise.
“Yes sir. He was most insistent sir.”
“Very well then, put him on the phone please.”
There was a faint shuffling sound as the bodyguard handed the phone to Akihito.
“Ryunii-san!!”
“Hello beautiful. Are you behaving for Hiro?”
He grinned because he could practically hear Akihito’s eyes rolling in his head, “Yes Nii-saaaan!”
“Good, now please remember to-”
He was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. His voice caught in his throat. CRACK-CRACK. Two up close and several more from a distance. He heard Akihito scream, the sound of footsteps, squealing tires and the groans of Hiro and then silence.
Just silence.
His blood felt like ice in his veins.
“Hiro! Hiro! Report!” He barked into the phone, his voice tight and constricted as Kirishima and Suoh rushed into his office.
He waited for a second but only heard silence through the line. Hiro was either dead, or he had been taken too.
“Get a team together. Now.”
Kirishima nodded while Suoh took out his phone, “How many men sir?”
He stood calmly and cracked his neck with a twitch of powerful shoulders. Asami’s golden eyes burned with fire, his voice raspy with barely restrained fury, “All of them.”
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