#Asami ryuichi fic

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FINALLY AN UPDATE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!

I only can say this is the best fan fiction i’ve read the whole time 😭

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[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to Day 20 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Before we dive into the next fic idea I have, I wanna announce that I will continue this "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies" thing till I hit 31 days. After that, I will probably make a poll or something to choose which fic I need to focus on first to write - this way, I actually get to write something out of the ideas I have. (And this makes it easier for me to prepare more ideas after I finish the 31 days, too - expect even more crazy ideas from me after that)

As for today's plot bunny... well, stay with me while I try to explain it.

Firstly, this is another MHA crossover. The other is "You are my Prize in Viwefinder" or the Finder Series. (I know that those who know the series are already like, "Wtf?" but stick with me for a bit)

The title is "Adoption is also part of the Family Business."

The story starts with Inko and Hisashi dying in a villain attack and leaving a 7 years old Izuku as an orphan. Izuku is a smart boy and knows that with his quirkless status, he will probably die in the orphanage since the living conditions for people like him are... missing, for the lack of better words. Nor are people all that interested in keeping Quirkless people alive anyway. So, Izuku runs away and lives on the streets for 2 years before he gets into an altercation with a more... deranged street-resident.

The altercation ends with Izuku being stabbed in the abdomen. In a moment of true panic and fuelled by his desire to live, Izuku unlocks a fire Quirk that ends up burning his aggressor to a crisp.

While Izuku is still trying to comprehend what happened, Asami Ryuichi, one of the most (if not the most) powerful and influential yakuza in Japan (who is a business man by day), who saw everything from the moment the altercation began approaches him. Izuku, while still on high alert and full of adrenaline, looks at Asami once and snarls at him, telling him to "fuck off" before collapsing from his blood loss.

Asami, intrigued by the fact that the child didn't even try to ask for help and instead cursed at him, takes Izuku with him and places him under his personal doctor's care. (And, of course, tells Akihito about the incident, too, because Takaba Akihito (Asami's husband) saw blood on Asami and wanted to know what happened)

Asami, being who he is, tries to find any information about the kid and once he finds out that he is an orphan and (supposedly) Quirkless, Asami is even more intrigued.

Meanwhile, Izuku wakes up to an unknown room with Akihito and the doctor in the room watching over him. Although confused and in pain, Izuku is still on high alert and doesn't fully trust the two, but he is willing to cooperate so he can heal faster.

Needless to say, Akihito ends up liking Izuku a lot. The kid's sarcasm is amusing and, despite putting on a tough exterior, Akihito can see clearly that Izuku was hurt in more ways than just physical. The kid is too hesitant to accept help and when Akihito ruffles his hair, Izuku looks like he was expecting it to hurt rather than soothe him. Akihito's heart hurts just by looking at the little 9 years old kid.

And so Akihito gets an idea and asks Asami if he can adopt Izuku. He and Asami can never have biological children - and that is fine. But adoption is also an option, and Akihito got attached to the kid already. Asami thinks about it and ultimately agrees since he is intrigued by the kid as well. A child in Izuku's situation would have cried and begged for help. But instead Izuku took just one look at Asami and said "fuck off" without even flinching. (Asami's gaze makes full-grown adults shrink, but Izuku met it head on and didn't even blink)

And so Izuku finds himself adopted by Asami Ryuichi and Takaba Akihito, and slowly opens to them as well, later on fully accepting them as his parents.

Years later, Izuku attends UA as a General Education Student. UA has the best general education program in Japan, and Asami only accepts the best for his son. Izuku is accompanied by Yamada Itsuki, Izuku's chosen retainer. (Look, his father said he either chooses one himself or he will choose for him, so Izuku just did what he does best - helped someone that was in a bad situation and Itsuki chose to follow him)

UA will have a lot of things in stock for Asami Izuku and Yamada Itsuki, which include but are not limited to: meeting a former childhood friend (bully); villain attacks; creating strong bonds with his new classmates; a high amount of planning and scheming (because of the villains); high levels of competence from Izuku as a leader; Nezu meeting his match in Izuku; and so many more. (Aizawa and Present Mic are not paid enough to deal with all this - especially since Asami Izuku is like a mini-Nezu... God have mercy on their poor underpaid souls)

Other details:

Bakugou Katsuki doesn't recognize Izuku from the get-go since Izuku changed a lot from the scrawny little kid he knew. Plus, Izuku is now an Asami, not Midoriya.

Izuku knows how to use a gun. I really just love the idea of Izuku with a gun.

Izuku gets therapy. A lot of it. He is in a way better place mentally by the time he is in UA.

Izuku calls Asami Ryuichi "Father", while Takaba Akihito is "Dad".

Itsuki is like the most loyal person you can imagine. I am pretty sure if Izuku wants someone dead, Itsuki would just ask if their death should be quick and painless or slow and full of suffering.

Both Izuku and Itsuki are trained by Asami himself. They, even without their Quirks, can kill someone with their bare hands.

I really wanna explore the Yakuza world in the Era of Quirk in this. Like how much is changed from before the Quirks started appearing. Or what is the relationship now between Yakuza and the Police? Are they still enemies? Or, are they more on a Grey zone with each other as long as the Yakuza don't do things that can be visible to civilians? Does the Yakuza help the Police is some cases? It will be interesting to explore this.

Because Izuku is in Gen Ed, Shinso Hitoshi is in Class 1-A.

Speaking of class 1-A, I still want Izuku to be the one that tells Shoto he is stupid and that his power is his.

But Izuku (and his entire class) don't participate in the Sport Festival. This means Izuku tells Shoto that without fighting him at all. And, honestly, I kinda like it this way more. Like, there shouldn't be any need to fight someone to the death (seemingly) just to tell them something like this. Especially if you know how to hammer the information in their heads just by using words... and Izuku knows how to use words.

I literally have Itsuki written down as "Simp" in my notes... which means Itsuki will probably be very much thought as "Izuku’s boyfriend" by everyone who doesn't fully know the two. (At this point I am more convinced that these 2 have a more queerplatonic relationship than a romantic one)

And this is kinda it for this plot bunny.

So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Let me know! I am really interested in what you guys think about this.

I hope you have a great day/night. Take care of yourselves. (Don't become sleep-deprived like me)

See you tomorrow,

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#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fic ideas #fanfic ideas #finder series #finder no hyouteki #izuku midoriya #asami ryuichi #takaba akihito #give Izuku guns #(i promise he won't kill anyone that doesn't deserve it) #yakuza izuku #(since Asami is his father it is hard to say that Izuku wouldn't take after him) #istuki is another oc of mine #(help I have too many ocs really) #i dunno what else to tag #is this a crossover or a fusion? cause I have no idea what to define this as

[aliavarrin]

FANDOM: Finder no Hyouteki | Finder Series

RATING: T

CHAPTER: 1/1

WORD COUNT: 7.9K

RELATIONSHIP: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito

CHARACTERS: Asami Ryuichi, Takaba Akihito, Suoh Kazumi, Kirishima Kei, Minor OC's

OTHER TAGS: Sick Fic, Cuddly Akihito, POV Alternating, Self-Indulgent, Sick Character, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

“‘m cold,” Akihito practically whines into Ryuichi’s neck. Ryuichi raises a hand to lightly tug at Akihito’s hair, allowing him the space to press his lips against Akihito’s forehead. Still warm, “That’s why you should be in bed.” He only gets a slow shake of his head before Akihito shoves his face back against Ryuichi's neck."

(Akihito gets sick)

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[beautifulblhell]

A Kaleidoscope Of Colours Ch 1 (Finder Fic)

Pairing: Asami Ryuichi x Takaba Akihito

Summary: Having hated alphas for most of his life, the last thing Akihito wanted was to fall in love with an alpha. Except fate decided to reunite him with Asami. High school x omegaverse AU fic WC: 6099

Read it on: AO3

Chapter 1: Cherry Blossom Pink

Alphas are superior.

While it was true that alphas were born with good-looks and were physically superior to betas and omegas, and even if most of the top spots for the national exams were occupied by alphas, the automatic pass to ascend to the elite world, lord around others and arrogantly discriminate the omegas just because they were an alpha pissed Akihito off royally. That’s what had been instilled into everyone’s mind since the moment they were born, and society just accepted that as the truth.

‘Superior’ my ass, Akihito thought angrily as he agilely scaled up the tall iron gate. With a kick, he jumped off from the top and landed on the ground with a light thud.

“Hey, what do you think you are doing here?!”

Sure, they didn’t have to deal with those inconvenient heat cycles and take time off work, but most of the time they didn’t even work much themselves, only sitting on top of their ‘thrones’ and working others like slaves in a company that their forefathers had left them.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Bunch of good-for-nothing leeches.

“Listen here, you punk-“

A man -whom Akihito assumed to be a security guard from his outfit- ran across the school ground and accosted him in a menacing voice. He reached out a hand to grab Akihito by the shoulder but instead-

“Eh- Argh! It hurtsssss!!”

Accompanying the shrieks were dull crunching noises as Akihito bent the guard’s hand in a direction that no human hands were supposed to.

“Argh! Wait wait wait, please let go!”

Akihito slowly faced the guard. The guard stopped struggling the moment he saw the deep-seated rage behind Akihito’s eyes, his fear temporarily eclipsing his pain. Beads of cold sweat ran down his face and he tried to smile, his lips twitching. He gulped noisily, then stuttered, “U-uh sir? How may I help you?”

“Is this Yozen Academy?”

“Sure is, sir. Um, may I ask if you have any business here?” The guard laughed nervously, his eyes flickering desperately side to side, probably hoping for reinforcements, but it seemed that even Satan had turned a blind eye to his plight.

“Sure do.”

Following those words, in one swift movement, Akihito delivered a roundhouse kick straight at the man’s abdomen. The guard sailed through the air, followed by a dull thud as he landed heavily on the ground.

“...”

There was no movement.

Akihito walked over and stared in disbelief at the unconscious figure lying limply there. He nudged the man with his shoes, but the foam trickling from the guard’s mouth was his only response.

At least he was still alive. Probably.

A one hit K.O. huh. What kind of lame-ass security did they employ that faints from a single kick?

That… did not satiate his burning rage one bit.

He had been expecting to face at least quite a few veteran guards so he came with the intent to fistfight God if he had to, but this… this single minion took only a moment for Akihito to finish. In fact, seeing that he was able to deal with this in one blow did nothing but flame his irritation even more.

Akihito cracked his knuckles, scowling. Guess his target will receive his full wrath then.

“Well, pardon the intrusion.”  He stepped over the body as he said so. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned his surroundings.

Before him stood Yozen Academy, one of the most prestigious alpha-only high schools in the country. Only the most influential, wealthy, and powerful people around the world could send their alpha children to.

An imposing white building with an oppressive architectural style sprawled out in front of him, with wings adjoined on either side, giving the impression that Akihito was stepping into the mouth of a monster. It donned several stories high. Instead of making the building seem open, the giant glass windows seemed more like soulless eyes, gazing emptily at Akihito. Trees lined up the road leading towards the main entrance  with the track fields and sports courts could be seen off to the side.

Heck, whose decision was it to make this school so huge?! I’m gonna need Google Maps to navigate around this monstrosity. He ran a hand irritably through his bleached blond hair.

Finding his target in such a vast space was going to be difficult. Akihito tried not to let his annoyance stop him. A few students had exited the building, then, after seeing Akihito, they all doubled back in panic, slamming the door with a loud bang. As if a door could stop Akihito.

Such a nice welcome, and here I thought that they taught manners at this fancy school.

It didn’t help that Akihito wasn’t trying to blend in. While all the students were in pristine white uniforms, excellently tailored that screamed ‘I’m made of money!’, Akihito wore the more plain black gakuran with his sleeves rolled up. The white t-shirt he wore underneath was emblazoned with the kanji “fire’ along with a drawing of flames. Plus, he carried a wooden bat with suspicious dark red stains dried on to it on his shoulders.

So yeah, not very inconspicuous.

Akihito stared moodily at the building, contemplating whether to charge in or wait it out, since he was apt to get lost in that huge building if he went in. As he was thinking, an old bald guy with a shiny forehead that refracted the sunlight, blinding Akihito temporarily, stuck his head out from a window and then quickly retracted, like those whack-a-moles in arcades. Akihito knew that he would be calling the police.

Ahhh, damn, gotta act fast. It would be a pain in the ass if the police come. Not that he minded, since he could lead them on another motorcycle chase. But Akihito was losing his patience and his self restraint was getting tired at this point, ready to snap anytime. Well, gotta get him out of there first. And to do that? Akihito took a deep breath.

“COME THE HELL OUT OF THERE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP ALPHA!”

Hundreds of faces peered at him from the square glass windows. To be honest, Akihito didn’t specify which alpha he was looking for, but seeing so many alphas looking at him, Akihito couldn’t resist saluting his middle finger at them as a greeting. The horrified faces granted him a tiny bit of satisfaction.

Probably never had anyone act like this towards them, especially an omega, Akihito sniggered inwardly.

It was then a door from the left wing of the building opened, and a single person walked out, his back towards Akihito. He had a lean physique and wore the same white school uniform as the rest of the students here, however, he had a presence that was impossible to ignore. A striking presence that commanded everyone’s attention around him, but also emitted a quiet coldness that warned people off.

A tall muscular black haired alpha, had an imposing air. Kou had said angrily while Takato had his arms around a sobbing Yuriko. He probably said a name, but as he had just told Akihito what happened with Yuriko, it rocketed in one ear and out through the other.

Yep, found him. With his temper hanging on by a thread, he stalked towards the boy.

“Oi, I finally found you, you little-“

Hearing his voice, the young man turned around in surprise. The moment their gazes locked, Akihito jerked to an abrupt standstill. Whatever words that were in Akihito’s throat evaporated, along with any coherent thoughts he had.

That spring day during Akihito’s sixteenth year, his world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours.

The light spring breeze sighed softly through the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, creating a soft pink snowfall. Petals danced and swirled around them, seemingly full of life, as if gently beckoning them to be closer, creating a veil that separated them from the rest of the world, a space where it was only them two.

Through the branches, soft sunlight filtered through, basking the young man’s features in its warm rays, and Akihito’s eyes widened, his need to breathe forgotten.

The alpha’s beauty was ethereal. His soft black hair fluttered in the wind, framing his handsome features. His eyes were a striking deep golden colour, which widened in surprise when they saw Akihito.

“Aki...hito?”

The words were spoken so softly, and amidst the sound of the branches shuffling against each other, it was almost impossible to hear, but the gentle wafting air drifting amidst the blooming flowers carried the young man’s voice to Akihito, along with a delicate sweet fragrance, tickling Akihito’s nose.

Time seemed to have stopped and the whole world ceased to exist. Inside the whirlwind of blossoms, it was a space where nothing mattered, only them, reflecting so clearly in each other’s eyes.

“Pretty bold of you to bring your omega to school, Asami,” The atmosphere was instantly killed by an obnoxious voice that drew from behind him.

As if someone poured cold water over him, the adenoidal voice sent Akihito crashing back into his disordered senses. Reality was a bitch.

For a moment or two, he stood there in stunned silence. He was dimly aware of the voice of the newcomer, but his mind was not processing the meanings. He was overwhelmed by the unexpected welter of emotions swelling up inside of him. Emotions that he had never experienced before, emotions that he doesn’t have a name for, that sent his heart pounding, his blood pumping furiously in his veins, carrying a warm feeling, spreading through his entire body. As if someone had played a melody, and his heartstrings were vibrating along with every cadence.

The anger he was just feeling earlier was being painted over with confusion.

Heck, what is this? This- this feeling-

“Sakazaki.” The voice was cold and deep. The mere sound sent a jolt through Akihito like he touched a live wire. Slowly, he turned around. The black-haired alpha was now standing between him and the newcomer.

“Is that another Kuroyama High omega?” The obnoxious voice carried an unnecessary arrogant tone.

Hearing that, Akihito shakes himself out of his daze and mentally slapped himself to focus on the reason he came here in the first place. He pushed aside the pretty alpha in front of him and faced the irritating newcomer.

“Why do you mean, ‘another’?”

The newcomer was another alpha who exuded extreme arrogance as he stood with his hands in his pockets, unbothered by Akihito’s tone. His head was tilted back as he looked down on Akihito through his glasses. He sprouted the most awful looking scraggly beard Akihito had ever seen on a human. Half of his shirt button was open, revealing a rather hairy chest.

The goatee guy leered at Akihito, “Well, there was a little omega who wore the same cheap uniform as you who came onto me recently.”

It took Akihito a moment to realize in his still confused state that this was the person Kou was talking about.

The anger that had subsided started to brew up again. He hissed through his teeth, “She never came onto you.”

The goatee guy appraised Akihito with slimy dark, cold eyes that reminded Akihito of the dead fish at the outdoor fish markets. He then shrugged and leered, “Why does it matter? Omegas should just obey the will of the alphas, since the only useful thing they can do is to spread their legs for us. Isn’t this why you came over? Wanting to find an alpha to look after you?”

A waft of a heavy sickly sweet smell, like an overripe fruit that has been left for too long and turned rotten suddenly brooded over the air.

“Sakazaki.” An angry warning tone suddenly sliced through the air as the black haired alpha stepped forward. In an instant, an intimidating aura came crashing down and the air froze over. For a brief moment, the goatee guy seemed surprised by the young man’s anger, but in the haze of his anger, Akihito barely registered the smell and the exchange.

If there was a type of person that Akihito hated the most, it was alphas. Looking down and trampling the effort of others without working hard themselves, and acting as though they could do no wrong. As if it was all a privilege that came with the status of being born as an alpha.

Akihito gripped the bat so tightly in his hand that the wood creaked. The rage that he had suppressed earlier came roaring back to life in his ears. “Listen here, you piece of crap that is worse than the dog shit I nearly stepped onto this morning-“

The rest of his words were drowned out by the sound of several cars coming to a screeching halt in front of the gate and of vehicle doors slamming shut. The iron gate opened, welcoming in a swarm of men in black. They came charging towards them.

“That’s him, the delinquent with a bat !” A wheezing voice screamed above them. Akihito scowled as he saw the whack-a-mole guy pointing at him from the windows.

“Leave.” The raven haired alpha said over his shoulder. He was still standing protectively in front of Akihito. But Akihito doesn’t listen. The flames of his anger had burnt down the last shred of his self control. He ducked to the side and aimed a heavy kick between the legs of the goatee alpha.

The goatee guy had fast reflexes, Akihito had to give him that. He dodged, barely missing Akihito’s kick, but Akihito was quicker as he followed through with his second strike.

Before the goatee guy could see it coming, Akihito’s fist slammed into his abdomen with full force. And exactly half a second later, Akihito’s other first landed on the goatee guy’s cheekbones, sending his glasses flying. All he saw was red. Anger, that every alpha he had encountered had treated omegas like shit, and anger, at his own helplessness when he was weak and could do nothing but watch. He was just pulling his hand back to permanently rearrange the Goatee guy’s face when his arms were stopped.

Cool fingers grabbed his wrists tightly, and an angry voice hissed in his ear.

“You need to leave.”

The moment Akihito heard the voice, it pulled him out of the red mist that so often controlled him when he was angry. He blinked in surprise, then all of a sudden, the feeling of the ground beneath his feet vanished. His vision titled, and a cloudless expanse of clear blue filled his vision. At first, his eyes were taken away by the beauty of the petals dancing amidst the blue backdrop, but then the shouts of surprise brought him back to his senses.

By then, the black haired alpha had already kicked off the ground and jumped on the high walls surrounding the school effortlessly.

While carrying Akihito in his arms bridal style.

As soon as the young man made a soft landing on the other side of the wall, he dropped Akihito onto his feet.

“Leave,” he repeated, his tone final, leaving no room for argument. His eyes were hard. If it was anyone else hearing that tone, they would have no doubt scuttled away by now.

But the words simply rolled off Akihito with absolutely no effect on him.

Akihito gaped at him. The whole process has been so fast that his mind had barely kept up with what had happened, but now that his two feet were back on the ground, his initial surprise abetted and indignation and embarrassment replaced it. “You- What the hell do you think you were doing?!” To be carried like that, Akihito had no face to show to the rest of the gang.

The young alpha’s eyebrows pulled together seeing Akihito’s uncooperative attitude. He opened his mouth, but the commotion on the other side of the wall disrupted him.

“They went over the wall. Catch them!” Thundering footsteps could be heard coming towards them.

The young man clicked his tongue in annoyance and without answering Akihito, he grabbed his hand.

The moment their hands touched, a bolt of electricity ran through Akihito’s hand. Akihito gasped as both of their hands jerked from the contact. An expression of surprise mirrored on both of their faces, before the golden-eyed alpha set his jaws and wrapped his hands around Akihito’s once more. The place where they were touching seemed to be burning.

Then they sprinted into the bright spring morning. The young man was fast, with his damn long legs, but Akihito had no problem keeping up. Giving the severity of the situation, that he had invaded one of the most elite high school in Japan and attacked a son of a probably-very-important figure either in the government or the corporate world, he should probably be panicking at the amount of trouble he would be in, but for some reason, his heart felt light, and everything around him seemed to be more colourful and brighter than before.

They both finally stopped when they reached the middle of a bustling street. Strands of the young man’s carefully combed dark hair had fallen into his eyes. He roughly pushed them back before turning towards Akihito, his jaw tight, which only helped highlight his cheekbones and show off his jawline.

“Why do you never listen?”

“What is that supposed to mean? ”Akihito pulled his hand back and scowled, “I didn’t ask for your help. I could have beaten them on my own.”

The young man narrowed his golden eyes. “They are professionals.”

Akihito shrugged. He knew but that doesn’t mean he was going to admit he couldn’t defeat them. Well, not all of them, anyway.

“Why did you help me? You’re an alpha.”

The young man seemed visibly confused. “What’s that got to do with me helping you or not?”

“Alphas think they are superior right? Like that hairy gorilla guy with the ugly goatee earlier. You think the rest of us are below you.”

His golden eyes hardened a fraction when Akihito mentioned the arrogant guy.

“Don’t put me in the same league as Sakazaki. That doesn’t mean all alphas act like that.”

Akihito snorted. “Sure, you might pretend that you are nice at the beginning, but in the end, you’ll leave. Someone I know deserted me once he knew he was an alpha and I was an omega. I hope that asshole lives happily ever after.”

The alpha suddenly stiffened, a flash of pain entered his eyes before he shifted his gaze away.

Akihito felt that he said something that shouldn’t have been said, but the sun can start orbiting around the moon before he apologies to an alpha.

They looked in the opposite direction, neither one willing to break the awkward silence between them.

That was when Akihito caught sight of a small figure standing hesitantly amongst the throng of people. The little boy looked left and right, his big eyes welling up with tears as he looked helplessly around him.

Akihito walked up to the child.

“Hey kid, can’t find your parents?”

“My mother… I can’t find her.” The boy’s voice was trembling from holding back his tears.

“Mother, huh,” There was a twinge of sadness in Akihito’s voice, but before anyone could take note of it, he squatted down so he was eye-level with the small child, and smiled brightly, patting the boy on his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you to find her!”

At first, the boy looked relieved, but as soon as he saw the bat Akihito had in his hand, his lips quivered and broke out into tears.

“I want my mummy!”

“Hey- wait! Why are you crying?!” Akihito tried to soothe the child, but to no avail. He turned around and looked at the young man in a panic, “Hey you! Don’t just stand there, do something!”

The young man looked as if Akihito asked him to summon up a pink elephant and alien and teach them waltz.

An old lady ambled up to them and clicked her tongue, “Young people nowadays, you think it’s alright to skip school and hang around in town and cause a ruckus at this hour of the day?” She took one look at the crying child and raised her voice even higher, “And exhorting money from an elementary school kid! Shame on you! This is why society is going downhill nowadays! I’m going to call the police and they’ll sort you out!”

Akihito was just about to argue that it wasn’t his fault that society is the way it is now when the old lady’s hand shot out with surprisingly nimbleness and wrenched the bat out of Akihito’s grasp.

“Hey! Give that back!”

But the old lady turned up her voice to maximum volume, so it sounded as if she was speaking through a megaphone.

“Talking back to your elders now, are you?! And what are you doing walking around with a weapon like this, threatening upstanding citizens like myself in this area?”

By now, a small crowd of onlookers had gathered around them. Akihito knew it wasn’t good for them to be attracting attention now, but he wanted his bat back.

“Look, I’m not threatening anyone with it, I-“

“What’s going on there?” A voice shouted from afar, and Akihito saw a policeman patrolling the area running towards them.

As if reading his intentions of wanting to grab his bat back, a hand pulled him back and dragged him away.

‘Hey wait! Let me go! I need that bat!”

But the young man didn’t let go. After dragging a struggling Akihito along a few streets, he finally released Akihito.

Akihito turned to run back the moment he was free, but he had hardly taken a step when he froze.

…

Where was he?

Glancing left and right, he saw designer boutiques lining up the wide pavement, and foreign cars whizzing along the road.

There was no way he could find his way back to where they were.

Akihito clutched his head in his hands and let out a groan. He was going to be so much trouble for losing that bat. He wanted to put it back before anyone found out that he took it, but now…

Seeing that Akihito was no longer running away, the young man said, “We should go somewhere inside for a while. They might be searching in this area soon.” After saying so, he walked off, as if expecting Akihito to follow him.

Akihito contemplated not following the young man, but he wasn’t familiar with this part of Tokyo at all. After all, no one without at least 100,000 digits in their bank account would come to this area.

He sighed.

With no other choice, he walked behind the other boy.

Everywhere they went, passersby turned their heads and did a double take at the young man. Akihito scowled. Sure, even amongst alphas, the young man was pretty good looking, with his tie yanked down and collar loosened, but he has flaws too, like…

…

Akihito couldn’t come up with any imperfections. And that irritated him even more.

There’s no way someone has no flaws. Maybe his height? But he was pretty tall. Then his face? Nope, it seems as if God had forsaken the rest of humanity’s appearance after creating one masterpiece.

Because Akihito was so deep in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the boy in front of him had stopped in his tracks and walked straight into him.

“Oww,” Akihito complained, rubbing his nose. At least he smelled good-

Wait, what?

Shocked at his own thoughts, he realized a second too late that the other boy had already veered off course and into a building.

He looked up at the building. The bright lights displaying the word ‘cinema’ shone down on him.

Akihito quickly darted inside the building. The smell of popcorn greeted him. By the time he stepped inside the foyer, the black haired boy was already at the ticket counter. Turning to Akihito, he asked, “Are there any films you want to see?”

“Yeah sure, are they still screening Barbie or My Little Pony?”

The young man gave him a deadpan look, then turned back to the lady at the booth.

“Then two tickets for the next film that’s screening.”

The lady smiled at them both kindly, and handed them their tickets.

“Please enjoy.”

Akihito walked up to him when he saw he paid for both of them. “How much was it? I’ll pay for my own.” He moved to put his hand in his pocket, but-

Shitttttt

His hand came up empty.

He had left in such a hurry this morning that he had forgotten his wallet.

“I-uh…”

Akihito shifted his feet, eyes gravitating towards the ground, suddenly finding a spot on the carpet really fascinating.

“I kinda...uh…”

The young man simply handed Akihito his tickets, along with a wad of notes.

“The concession stand is over there. I will wait for you at the entrance of the screen.”

He spoke curtly, and before Akihito could protest, he had already walked off.

Akihito stared at the bills in his hands, eyes wide. Holy crap, he must be rich. The black haired guy still seemed a bit angry, but Akihito brushed it off his mind and headed towards the snack stand.

When Akihito came back, the raven haired boy raised his eyebrows. In fact, all the cinema goers did a double take when Akihito walked past them.

He was holding a jumbo pot of popcorn. Balanced on top was a super sized hot dog and a small tray of takoyaki. In his left hand he was holding a cup of soda, and dangling between his fingers was a bag of candy floss. His trousers pockets were also bulging.

He shrugged when he saw the other boy staring at him.

“I didn’t have breakfast.”

Miraculously, or perhaps, incredibly, Akihito was able to walk down their aisle without dropping a single popcorn. He stopped short when he arrived at their designated seats.

“...”

“What is it?”

“No way. No way in hell am I gonna sit in that.”

What Akihito was referring to was a special seat for couples. The red sofa-like seat was heart shaped and there was no armrest in between.

Just looking at it made Akihito shudder.

Why the hell would they give them that seat?!

He stormed out of the screen.

“I want a change of seats.”

The lady at the booth looked flustered. “Ah, uhm, my deepest apologies, but there are no more vacant seats.”

“Is that delinquent causing trouble?”

“Maybe he wants to watch it for free and is harassing the poor girl.”

I can hear you, Akihito turned and scowled at the other movie goers whispering behind his back.

A hand yanked his collar.

“Hey- what are you doing?! Let me go!”

So once again, Akihito was dragged away, back towards the screen and into the seat.

“Did no one tell you it’s rude to drag someone?” Akihito glowered at the other man.

“Then don’t make a big scene, unless you want to be kicked out.” He sat down, and faced the screen, putting an end to the conversation.

Armed with no more options, Akihito sulked in his seat.

But they were in such close proximity that everytime they moved, their knees would brush, so Akihito sat like a stone, only moving his hands from the food to his mouth.

The movie seemed to be a romance one, something about a pair of childhood friends finally reuniting, a jealous stalker that comes with the package because the male lead was too handsome, and an unnecessary side character that keeps trying to steal the limelight.

Akihito was bored. Corny romance movies like these made his lone brain cell want to self-destruct. Especially that scene when one of them got kidnapped and got left on a stranded island, and the other braved through blazing gunfire and somehow could miraculously operate a helicopter and save the other person.

Maybe it was because of the film, but a certain memory from his past surfaced up, a memory that he had hardly thought of anymore.

When he was young, he made friends with another boy slightly older than him. He thought they were best friends, but after they got their tests back on their secondary gender, and he told his friend that he was an omega, the other boy slowly then completely dropped contact.

Probably thinks he’s too great to play with an omega.

What was that boy’s name again? Asami Ryuichi right?

...

Suddenly, the popcorn in his mouth felt like sand. The bucket of popcorn tumbled from his hand, spilling loudly across the ground. Several heads turned towards them, but Akihito couldn’t care less right at this moment. He jerked his head towards the person sitting on his right so hard that he nearly got whiplashed.

Didn't the Goatee guy call him Asami? Akihito raked through his memory hard. But it was all a blur since that weird time-stop moment had happened.

“...What’s your name?”

The black haired boy’s mouth thinned, as if Akihito had asked him a question he didn’t want to answer. His eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The glare of the light from the screen should have turned his face into an unattractive landscape of washed out colours, but it only made him more beautiful.

Just when Akihito thought he didn’t hear him and was about to ask again,

“...Asami.”

His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Akihito’s heart took the expressway straight to his stomach. His jaw dropped to the floor.

So that’s why he looked uncomfortable when Akihito mentioned the person he knew from his childhood, they were the same person!

“Why didn’t you say that you were Asami earlier?!”

Unable to contain his shock, Akihito inadvertently raised his voice.

The other movie watchers turned to them in shock.

“Did he say Asami?”

“The Asami?”

“No way!”

The whispers spread like a ripple across a still lake. Asami stood up abruptly and exited the screen. He didn’t say another word until they were both outside the building. Akihito followed behind without a word, slightly regretting his outburst. Then, with a furrow in between his brows, Asami said with a voice that carried an exasperated resignation.

“Do you have to cause a commotion everytime you go somewhere?”

“Hey, that wasn’t on purpose!” Akihito said reflexively. Or rather, heard himself say. His mind was still reeling at the revelation.

But it wasn’t surprising that the other people were shocked. The Asami family was famous. It was an old family, with their influence extending to everywhere from politics to business. And they were one of the wealthiest families in Japan.

They walked aimlessly down the street in silence.

A thousand questions burned in Akihito’s throat, and a thousand questions extinguished in his mouth.

What should he say? How have you been? Or, why did you leave?

The betrayal after so many years still stung, but everytime he saw Asami, the questions died. There was something different, something untouchable about Asami now, that made him seem so different from the young boy that lived in Akihito’s memories.

A loud rumble echoed.

It seemed that Akihito had done too much thinking.

Asami turned back, his eyebrows raised.

“Are you still hungry?”

“Hey,” Akihito raised both of his hands, “I didn’t even get to finish eating the food I got before we left the cinema.”

Akihito's eyes trailed around, and landed on a golden arch of the letter ‘M’.

“There, let’s go eat there.”

He probably has never been into a fast food restaurant before. Akihito sniggered inwardly. Payback number 1.

Akihito grinned at Asami, “Though there’s no knife or forks there. Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

Asami shot him a withering look, then headed inside.

But to Akihito’s surprise, instead of looking uncomfortable, Asami walked up the counter and ordered without any hesitation.

The person at the counter placed a cup of sundae on their tray.

“Here, it’s a free special sundae for couples when you buy two or more deluxe meals because it’s White Day.”

...It’s White Day today?! Of all days to meet with Asami again. Akihito facepalmed inwardly. But Asami didn’t seem bothered. He took the tray, and sat them at a table near the corner. He pushed three burgers with fries towards Akihito, and only took one for himself.

His long elegant fingers unwrapped up his burger. He looked so refined, so out of place in a cheap burger chain, and if Akihito didn’t know Asami, he would have thought Asami was a model shooting a commercial.

At that moment Asami glanced up, his eyes met Akihito’s.

“Eat.”

Embarrassment coloured Akihito’s cheeks at having been caught staring. He quickly stuffed the burger in his mouth.

Still, after the three burgers, Akihito stared at the sundae. It looked delicious. Strawberry sauce dripped enticingly off the soft peaks of the ice cream.

Asami must have seen him staring at it with sparkling eyes because he said, “You can have it.”

“All of it?” Even when saying so, Akihito was pulling the cup towards himself.

The first mouthful was bliss, and a content smile naturally spread across Akihito’s face. But all too soon, the cup was empty. Akihito leaned back in his chair, his hunger finally abated. Now that they had both finished eating, the silence made Akihito shift uncomfortably in his seat. His fingers fiddled with the empty cup. He was just thinking about how to break the silence when Asami beat him to it.

“What were you doing there this morning?”

For a brief moment, Akihito’s mind pulled up empty. Then he stiffened as he remembered the reason and that he was with an alpha himself. A sour taste entered his mouth, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“That goatee gorilla guy harassed my friend's girlfriend. He forcefully used his pheromones on her and made her go into heat. Luckily Takato arrived in time, but who knows what would have happened if he didn’t.” The cup got crushed in his fist.

Asami was silent, then, “You should stay away from him.”

Akihito’s anger started to simmer up again. “Didn’t you hear what I just said he did? No way in hell am I gonna let him off the hook for what he did.”

“It’s not your problem, is it?”

“Takato’s like my brother, so of course it’s my problem! Plus, his attitude pisses me off, you heard what he said-“

“Don’t go near Sakazaki.” An edge had entered Asami’s voice.

Akihito sat back, folding his arms. He wasn’t about to back down. He glared at Asami. “Are you protecting him?”

Asami looked disgusted at the very idea.

“Then what’s your problem with me-“

“You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“That doesn’t scare me-“

“Akihito.”

The air surrounding them suddenly became thin. Akihito’s mouth snapped shut.

“Do. Not. Go. Near. Him.”

Asami’s words were flat, cold. He spoke slowly, but there was no masking his anger. His golden eyes burned into Akihito’s, preventing Akihito from looking away, and for once, Akihito was at a loss for words. Asami held his gaze for a few more seconds, then he stood up, taking the tray to the nearby trash can.

The silence returned, and neither of them made any attempts to break it. Akihito’s mood was black and refused to look at Asami. Did Asami expect him to smile, nod his head and go, “Yeah, sure, I won’t.”?

Asami made no move to break it either. He simply walked out of the restaurant and along Main Street and flagged down a taxi. Seeing Asami talking to the driver and handing him a wad of cash, Akihito had just decided to turn around and blindly walk around until he was at a familiar place when Asami pushed him inside the taxi.

He leaned against the car door frame, his eyes capturing Akihito’s, and said, “Remember what I’ve said. Don’t go near the school or Sakazaki again.”

“Now wait a damn minute you-“

He closed the door to the taxi before Akihito could say any more.

Then, he spun on his heel and strode away briskly, disappearing into the crowd of people, and the taxi pulled away.

*****

The moment Asami closed the door to his room, he slumped onto the ground, all the energy leaving his body.

Why, why did he have to appear again now of all times?

#finder series #finder series fanfic #asami ryuichi #Asami ryuichi fic #asami x akihito #finder #finder no hyouteki #yaoi #you’re my loveprize in viewfinder #takaba akihito

[chryso0]

Akihito: At this point someone needs to take me out…

Asami: Like on a date or with a sniper?

Akihito *shrugs*: Surprise me

*A few hours later*

Asami looking down a barrel of a tranq dart sniper, Akihito in his sight and a team of men in a van ready to take him away: *evil laugh*

#finder no hyouteki #asami ryuichi #i should right this fic

[livesoffcoco]

is it time to reread Grace Period is Over? YEEEUAP

#finder no hyouteki #watch me stanning this fic #Asami ryuichi #Akihito takaba #Asami/akihito #only two men I trust

[iwillnamethisblogsoonerorlater]

Finally finished this fic after FOREVER. I’m very happy with it :)

#finder no hyouteki #asami ryuichi #takaba akihito #my fic #hopefully this link is working #ao3 #fanfiction

[joysstar]

Oh no I myself am conflicted about him some times. But hey he's humans, and it is a basic human need to feel and be loved.

I guess we got all our problematic favorite characters and sometimes we wish they got the sense to choose other ways. Wee see them suffering because of their own choices and we act like mothers in these cases. We would like to be part of their worlds and we would like to point them out their own mistakes. 

I guess it’s part of being emotionnally involved with characters. We got interested in them and somehow we identify us with them. But we still don’t know what we would do if we were at their places. That’s also a very tough question. 

For example, I wish Akihito got the sense to learn languages yet I think it’s due to my own love of languages to be able to understand what people say around him. It would have been a lot easier for Asami to know Sudoh’s partner is Russian or for example when he used to be with Fei Long at Hong-Kong, he should speak Chinese.

I know sensei wants to build dramatic situations with this lack of knowledge about other languages, including English, but it would be very helpful. In my fanfiction, I split Asami’s and Akihito’s couple and they don’t see during ten years. During this time, I made sure Akihito learned Russian, French, Italian and English. 

And I’ve put a lot more emotions on Asami’s face in the same fanfiction, he cries yet people said to me he’s not OOC at all either, but I believe people wouldn’t want a tough seme to cry in front of us! Even though I want to see such a scene in the manga!

Well, let’s guess we’ve got fanfiction to make the characters what we want. ^^ That’s fanfiction is created for, right? ^^

(Sorry for the belated answer, I got a very tough month, no free time. ‘^^)

#fanfiction #fic #fanfic #asami ryuichi #asami #ryuichi #takaba akihito #takaba #akihito #feilong #asami x feilong #viewfinder #finder no serie #finder no hyouteki #yamane ayano

[komakitigerdrop]

Hi, can I ask you to recommend me your top five AsamiXAkihito ff? Is it possible? Thank you.

I’m afraid that I would end up leaving some amazing authors out of this list just because I haven’t had the time to check everyone’s works yet! Plus I don’t have the time to make a fair compilation and so, to avoid that, can I instead tell you which 5 fics inspired me to begin writing for the Finder fandom 3 years ago?

Here they are:

Swim Through My Veins by ficinthefinder (a.k.a. @storyofauke)

“In the end, the one you’ll want will not be Asami but the drugs.” Akihito has been threatened many times with being drugged up and sold off as a sex slave. What if it happened? In the aftermath, Akihito struggles with the physical and psychological damage and begins to question his future with Asami. Can Akihito rebuild his life and will there still be a place in it for Asami? Can Asami truly keep Akihito safe?”

Fabulously written. I have just finished rereading this masterpiece and it's the kind of storytelling that lingers on you. All the dialogues feel so authentic and spontaneous you will feel Asami and Akihito are talking right in front of you. One of my favorite portrayals of Asami, btw, with the bonus of some important scenes featuring Fei Long being awesome and handing Asami a cup of truth. (Don't we all love when he does that?)

The Opposite of Indifference by Amelita

“We are only as blind as we choose to be.”

Careful with this one. Short and powerful. The end is tragic, but surprisingly it was the first chapter that shattered my heart, probably because I decided to read it while listening to Smoke and Mirrors by Imagine Dragons and it only made Akihito’s anguish even more real and unbearable. This will hurt your soul - don’t read unless you can stand really heavy angst. I can’t, so the only way I could cope with it was by writing my own fic after that. (Half a million words later, my heart still aches when I think of this one!)

In the Devil’s Teeth by eprime

“Akihito finds out what betrayal rouses in Asami.”

Another one that will haunt you, and a work that has made eprime a living legend in the Finder fandom. Asami takes his “bastart boyfriend” skills to a whole new level, so brace yourself for extremely sad scenes. This one contains one of the best interactions between Kirishima and Akihito, in my opinion.

Business as Usual by Kadzuki_Fuchoin

“A normal day in life for Asami and Akihito.”

Another iconic work in the Finder fandom, Business as Usual is a delicious narrative that features feisty Akihito and jealous Asami in their best performances. Props to the author for its very spicy sex scenes, and for Takaba’s bodyguard Toru, an OC that will certainly captivate you at some point.

Takaba Akihito and Asami Ryuichi’s Sexy Bucket List by J_Unleashed

“Akihito has some secret fantasies but is reluctant to talk about them. Asami comes up with a clever way for Akihito to not only explore those desires, but perhaps discover a few new ones. [Though they are all loosely connected, any chapter can be read as a one-shot.]”

This one in an absolute blessing. It takes a crazy amount of talent and hard work to mix comedy with porn and be successful at both. What Asami does on the day of Akihito’s birthday has a touch of genius and reveals the kind of loving gesture canon Asami would totally go for. Expect to laugh out loud AND be aroused at the same time.

PS: I was also lucky to read Delmire Hart’s work “Feel my heart beat” before she took it down from ao3. Lovely descriptions and a heartwarming tale about soulmates with plenty of memorable scenes that include but are not limited to Asami going to meet Akihito’s parents.

#finder fic recommendations #finder series #finder no hyouteki

[foxghost]

for end of year fav-of-your-own fic this year meme

The Taste of an Unripe Persimmon (17417 words) by foxghost Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Finder no Hyouteki | Finder Series Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asami Ryuichi/Yoh Characters: Asami Ryuichi, Yoh (Finder Series), Original Characters, Kuroda Shinji Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Finder no Souen, Expanded Universe, Friendship

Summary: Asami and Yoh, from the moment they meet to the moment they part.

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In which Yoh is Asami's childhood double and I drag every ounce of backstory out of Finder no Souen and _expanded_ on it as much as I could.

This fic is probably the least popular thing I have on ao3. It was written when I was nearly brand new in the Finder fandom after posting another rare ship fic, features a ship that nobody ever goes looking for (there are a sum total of 2 asami/yoh fics) and whenever I open it up to check for backstory details, I still get caught up in it and end up reading the whole thing.

#fox text #meme #finder no hyouteki #asami ryuichi #yoh #finder no souen #and without it nothing else i wrote afterwards would have been possible

[livesoffcoco]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Finder no Hyouteki | Finder Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Asami Ryuichi/Liu Fei Long Characters: Asami Ryuichi, Takaba Akihito, Liu Fei Long Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Unresolved Romantic Tension, The Sound of Music - Freeform, Romantic Fluff, Introspection, Genderbending Summary:

It was an unfortunate hard beat of his heart that punctuated her excited smile. “Oh Captain you are home!”

#finder no hyouteki fic #finder no hyouteki #Asami/akihito #Asami ryuichi #Akihito takaba

[iwillnamethisblogsoonerorlater]

I’m not sure how, but I need to write a fic where Asami and Akihito have to go undercover and somehow Asami has to look like Leather Daddy of the year, leather pants and harness a must.

Because if my brain shot circuited for a sold three minutes, you know Akihito’s is still off line.

#asami/akihito #fic idea? #asami ryuichi #takaba akihito #finder no hyouteki

[beautifulblhell]

A Vampire’s Sacrifice Ch 1 (Finder Fic)

Summary: Chosen as a sacrifice, Akihito was sent to the vampire overlooking their village once he came of age. Yet the vampire never asked for an offering in the few centuries he had been there. Why was he chosen? And why does the vampire seem to have no intention to drink his blood? And it seems that Asami was not the only supernatural being living in the forest...

Note: This is an AU fic

Pairing: (Vampire) Asami x Akihito

A/N: I would like to say a special thank you to my lovely beta @iwillnamethisblogsoonerorlater, for all your help, patience and support! I’m really grateful to you ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Chapter 1: The Vampire’s Lair

It was clear to Akihito that the person before him wasn’t human.

A pair of golden eyes reflected back at him from the shadows. Above the canopy of the forest trees, the moon rose from its slumber, rising up from behind the dark blanket of stormy clouds.

Slowly, the bright light of the wintry moon pushed the curtain of shadows away, revealing a man with ivory skin and hair as black as a raven’s feathers. His commanding stature was wrapped in a cloak that seemed as if it was darkness itself.

The man smiled. A pair of sharp canines glistened coldly under the pale light.

Slowly, he approached Akihito.

In the distance, deep within the dark forest, a wolf howled to the full moon.

**********

Across the forest where the village was situated, there was an antediluvian castle located on a cliff overlooking the forest. Inside the cold stone walls, there lived an old vampire.

In exchange for the rest of the villagers’ lives and the protection from other creatures and vampires, the old vampire would select a sacrifice, usually a child. The sacrificial mark would appear somewhere on their body. Once the child reached the age of eighteen, they would be sent to the castle and never be seen again.  

Centuries went by and the old vampire nearly wiped out the village with his demand of a sacrifice every year. Nearing to their wits’ end, the village elders met in collusion to discuss fleeing from the anathema when a miracle happened.

A new vampire came and took over the territory. As to how it happened, no one really knew. During the few centuries he had been there, he never requested a single sacrifice and peace finally settled over the village.

Time flowed on like a river, carrying the dreadful memories of the old vampire with them. Overtime, the villagers gradually forgot that vampires even existed.

Until the day the sacrificial mark appeared on Akihito.

**********

“Ow!”

Akihito’s eyes flew open in alarm as something hard slammed against his left side.

Brain foggy with sleep, it took him a minute to realize he was currently on the floor, his legs tangled in the blanket. It seemed that he had once again rolled off the edge of the narrow bed while asleep.

He sluggishly untangled himself as he yawned, and the remnants of the dreams dispelled into the morning air.

The sun was already up and the sound of a faint laughter floating up from below.

He rubbed his shoulder and walked over towards the window, and with each step a metallic chinking noise echoed behind him. As he neared the window, he was abruptly jerked to a stop. He glanced irritatingly at his feet, and saw that the chains around his ankle had twisted together. Akihito clicked his tongue in irritation. At least today would be the last day he would be bound to these chains. He yanked the knot free and took the remaining few strides to the thin slits that served as his window in the high tower. From there, he could just get a glimpse of the village below.

The small houses with smoke rising steadily out of the chimneys; the women bustling around with washings in their arms; the children laughing and running on the lush green grass; the cows grazing at the meadow, flickering their tails every so often; the men readying their weapons to set off to hunt.

It was such a quotidian scene, yet in Akihito’s memories, he had never experienced it.

The sound of locks being unbolted brought Akihito back from his thoughts. The thick wooden door that served as the only entrance out of the tower opened with a deep groan.

Several people came in, carrying a washtub, pitches of water, clothes, and plates full of food.

“Takaba-sama.” They all bowed reverently towards him.

He simply nodded apathetically.

After finishing washing and getting dressed, they laid his breakfast on the table and all departed. The screeching sound of the bar being secured across the door killed the tiny appetite Akihito had. He stared at the food glumly, wishing he could throw them at the village elders’ face. He sighed, and headed towards the long mirror in the corner of the small room. His fingers gently touched its cool surface. A young man with blond hair stared back at him, with apprehension coloring his brown-hazel eyes. The pure white robes he wore especially for today only complemented his porcelain skin. But it was not these that held his attention. His travelling eyes stopped at the small mark at the top of his chest.

The mark that sealed his fate.

It was shaped like a rose surrounded by a crown of thorns. The dark coloured symbol laid flat against his heart and when Akihito ran his finger over it, he couldn’t even feel any difference as if it had always been a part of him.

**********

The forest floor was abundant with pieces of rocks and twigs. Every time the rickety wheels of the wooden carriage went over an uneven surface, it would jolt and Akihito would land heavily against the wooden seat. His backside had long begun to ache. Alongside, his entourage consisted of no less than ten men, all riding on horses surrounding his carriage. From an outsider's view, the horse riders were part of a procession, but Akihito knew that they were there to prevent him from escaping. The old geezers that were the village elders wanted to make sure he doesn’t make one last escape before he was sent to his death.

The empty carriage he was in only emphasised his solitude. He didn’t bother bringing anything with him since he will be gone from this world soon. Plus, the few possessions he had in the tower consisted of a stack of books that were tattered beyond repair so he had decided to leave them behind to rest peacefully in the tower.

He tilted his head and glowered towards the heavens outside the window. An endless black sky spread out before his eyes. Not a sliver of moon or a speck of star were visible tonight. A gnarly hand of an ancient tree whipped across the window. The loud rap made him jump and he cursed under his breath. The only time he was allowed out turned out to be his last. Even though he had long been prepared for his fate, the trepidation in his heart could not be smothered.

He doesn’t know anything about the vampire, only the name the village elders whispered in the dark, Lord Asami Ryuichi of Sion, “Asami-sama”.

Why does it have to be him? If the sacrifices were randomly chosen, why him out of all the others? Was it some kind of fate? A sin to repent for from a past life? Or does he just have bad luck?

As he casted aspersions upon those that made his life miserable the carriage came to a screeching standstill. Akihito toppled forward, his face nearly slamming against the wooden bench in front of him. After he regained his balance, he scowled as he tore open the door to see what had stopped them.

A giant man had appeared in front of their cavalcade, carrying a lantern that effused an eerie green light. His blond hair was dyed a green tint by the light. Behind him was an extravagantly ornamented carriage pulled by six black horses, none of which made any noise.

A cold and deep voice rang out in the silent forest. “Takaba Akihito. I will escort you to the castle from here.”

Wordlessly, Akihito got off the cart. He could feel the twenty or so eyes on his back. Still, he would not give them the satisfaction of thinking he was scared. He kept his back straight as he marched forward, though he clenched his hands into fists to stop them trembling.

“Wait!”

A hand grabbed his wrist.

The young man who drove the carriage had run up to him as he was halfway to the black carriage. A name floated at the back of Akihito’s brain for this man, but the terror of heading off to the unknown had numbed his mind, so he simply stared blankly back at him. A wave of gasps of horror rippled from behind them, but the young man took no notice. His eyes showed panic and horror, and was that regret in there too? Akihito didn’t know.

“Akihito, I-“

The horse tied to the wooden carriage brayed loudly, drowning out the man’s words. The sudden cacophony made the man jump. He shook his head dazedly, as if coming back to his senses.

He let go of Akihito's wrist, “Sorry. I’ll see you again sometime, right?” He smiled shakily.

Akihito stared in wonder at the man. Did he hit his head somewhere? It was something that was likely never to come to pass but seeing the desperation on the other young man’s face, he simply nodded and disappeared into the black carriage without a word.

Inside, the soft velvet seats were a stark contrast to the hard seat of the carriage he was just on.

This carriage glided smoothly along the uneven paths with alacrity, never emitting a sound, not even the sound of the horse hooves clipping on the ground.  

Even though the giant man had hung the lantern inside the carriage, the task of driving without any light did not deter him and he drove the carriage forward without any hesitation towards Akihito’s doom.

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“We are here.”

Akihito sat up with a start. Somehow he had managed to fall asleep. The blond giant was holding the door open for him, looking at him impassively, and Akihito hurriedly alighted the carriage. Outside, an enormous Stygian castle towered before him. An aura of darkness seemed to hang in the air. It clung to the castle walls and merged with the shadows of castle grounds. Akihito swallowed noisily, fear began to slowly coil upwards from the bottom of his stomach.

“I’ll take it from here, Suoh.” The sudden voice nearly made Akihito jump out of his skin and he whirled around to face the source of the sound, blood pounding in his ears so hard that he could feel his whole head throbbing. A tall man stood a few paces behind him, as if he had materialised out of the shadows. In the dimness, Akihito could only tell that he wore a pair of glasses.

The blond man nodded. He sat back on the perch of the carriage and without any prompt, the horses pulled the carriage away, merging into the night.  

The bespectacled man turned towards Akihito, “If you would follow me please,” and marched forward towards the giant iron door, seeming oblivious to the other’s plight. Once he reached the door, it swung open noiselessly all on its own, like a giant mouth of a monster’s cave. Akihito could see the inside was lit with candles that flickered weakly, as if a slight breeze could extinguish it. Steering his nerves, Akihito entered. No sooner did he step inside the threshold the door swung tightly shut behind him with a thud, like the sound of an executioner’s blade to the executing block. Akihito gulped as his skin prickled with panic, but all of a sudden, as if a breath of life had been blown throughout the castle. The once weak flames began to burn brightly, like a thousand little suns, blazing fiercely against the stone walks.

The light revealed a castle much different from the picture Akihito had painted in his mind from the rumours. The castle was grand with a wide open staircase greeted them with open arms and colossus white columns chiseled with intricate designs that buttressed up to the ceiling in the majestic entrance. Throughout the flights of stairs and corridors the man led him through, paintings with gold frames and expensive looking foreign tapestries hung on the walls.

Finally, they reached a room where the man with glasses stopped at and opened the door. It led to the inside of a capacious room. Akihito stood gaping at the door.

“This will be your room from now on. The washroom is in that door over there. If you require any amenities, please do not hesitate to let me know.” He bowed and when Akihito turned towards him to thank him, he was already gone.

Left alone, he took a tentative step into the room, taking in the extravagant room. A giant four poster bed laid in the east of the room, plump pillows stuffed at the head, so different from his narrow hard bed in the tower. Akihito kicked off his shoes and his feet immediately sank into the thick fur rug that covered up the entire room. He walked up towards the bed and gently touched the soft duvet. It sank like soft clouds under his fingertips. In the middle, a soft set of nightwear and towel were folded neatly. Fatigue suddenly washed over him. At least it seemed like they intended for him to stay alive until tomorrow morning. Akihito took the towel and pyjamas and headed towards the washroom. As he entered, a soft scent of flowers drifted towards him. It was bigger than his entire room in the tower. In the middle of the marbled tiled floors, a bathtub filled with warm water awaited him with red petals floating on the surface.

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Feeling slightly rejuvenated after a long soak and wearing his soft new clothes, he began to inspect the room. That’s when he noticed with elation that one of the walls seemed to be covered with a thick curtain of dark scarlet colour with gold trims. Excitement surged through his veins. Maybe it wasn’t too late to escape. This ‘Lord Asami of Sion’ doesn’t seem to be in the castle tonight. If he was, the tall man surely would have brought him to the lord of the castle first? Yet before his fingers could brush against the curtains, all of a sudden he felt weightless. Then in the next second, his back thumped against the soft bed with someone leaning over him.

The man’s beauty was inhuman. It was as if a painting of a deity by a master painter had become alive and stepped out of the canvas into the mundane world. An Adonis walking among mortals, none who are worthy look upon him and live.Though it was the man’s gold color eyes that hypnotized Akihito with their enthralling stare. A sudden flicker of an almost memory invoked a sense of familiarity within him.

The man smiled, displayed a pair of sharp white fangs against his blood red lips. Golden irises glowed irresistibly in the candlelight and Akihito was mesmerized at the wicked beauty before him. Even without seeing the fangs Akihito knew that he couldn’t be human. No human could reach such perfection. It was only when Akihito tried to reach for his face, to touch the untouchable, that he realized both his wrists were pinned onto the bed above his head by an icily cold hand.

The trance ended and Akihito began to try and pull his wrists out from the iron grip.“Wha-Let go!”

“Akihito.”

The compelling voice was a husk baritone enriched with sultriness that made Akihito shuddered. Just the single word and Akihito felt his resistance gradually ebbing away and the hazy spell returned, muddling up his mind.

Suddenly, he felt a chill enveloped his body as his shirt ripped open to reveal his chest.

Akihito tried to protest feebly but the cool sensation cut him off. The vampire traced the symbol with his icy finger. Akihito shivered against the cold touch. His reaction seemed to please the vampire as a smirk graced his full lips and he leaned down towards Akihito’s neck.

A warm tongue ran up his throat to the base of his ear. Everywhere the lips had touched Akihito could feel a trail of heat following it. The soft lips lightly pressed against his jaws before travelling to the hollow base of his throat, listening to Akihito’s erratic pulse. Then, a pair of sharp teeth replaced the tongue and grazed against the side of his neck. Akihito squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain of the bite, the feeling of blood being drawn from his body, and his life slowly sucked out of him...

...

He opened his eyes and amused golden eyes stared back at him.

“Scared, Akihito?”

The mist that clouded Akihito’s mind instantly vanished and anger replaced it. He opened his mouth but before a single word could be uttered, the vampire closed the gap between them, his cool mouth upon Akihito’s.

Instantly, heat bloomed inside Akihito’s chest like a rose blooming in season. His heart sped up as if there was a hummingbird inside his ribcage, desperately beating its wings. Everything seemed irrelevant. Only the velvet lips on his mattered. A hand snaked behind his head, locking him in place. It didn’t matter that he was currently in a vampire’s lair-

Vampire?

As if a bucket of crushed ice had been thrown over him, Akihito came back to his senses, horrified. Without realizing what he was doing, he slammed his foot against the man’s stomach. Or what should have been the man’s stomach. It felt like he had just kicked a giant boulder. Pain exploded up through Akihito’s foot and leg.

“Ow!”

The vampire froze, eyes wide with surprise before he sat up at the edge of the bed and let out a musical laughter as if Akihito’s action had been something truly entertaining.

Akihito sat up as well and glared at him, his breathing still ragged from the kiss and pulled his clothes tightly around his body.

The vampire’s eyes twinkled like gold as he regarded Akihito.

Akihito wiped his mouth which was still damp from the kiss with the back of his hand. “You-what was that?!”

“A kiss.” The vampire replied nonchalantly, seeming to enjoy the young man’s reaction.

“A kiss-?” He repeated back with disbelief. Heat exploded across Akihito’s cheeks as he thought what had just transpired. Still, he glared at the vampire with all the anger he could muster, his eyes clearly conveyed the message: Who the hell is this rude bastard?

The vampire didn't seem interested in answering Akihito’s unspoken question. He reached his hand out and Akihito’s body went rigid, but he only lifted his injured foot. His cold hands felt soothing against Akihito’s burning foot. Elegant long fingers gently probed at the tender skin. “Does it hurt?”

“...No...” Akihito muttered.

The vampire smiled again and carefully placed his foot back down.

“It’s not broken. But this is the first time that I’ve been kicked by a human,” he mused, his eyes glittered with mirth.

“Serves you right,” Akihito mumbled angrily and retracted his foot away from the vampire’s reach. He curled protectively into a ball in the corner of the bed. He only hoped that this vampire was a temporary guest of ‘Lord Asami‘ and that he would never see this bastard again.

Hopefully a meteor will land on the bastard’s head on his way home.

“Ahem.”

The man in glasses stood there at the doorway, a thick wad of documents in his hand. Akihito felt goosebumps rising up his arms. He never heard the man arrive. Wait, how much did he see?!

Expressionless, the man in glasses spoke in a voice that betrayed nothing. “Asami-sama, these papers still await your attention.”

Asami-sama?

He turned to look at the vampire sitting a metre away from him.

Wait, this is Lord Asami of Sion?!

A hint of horror gradually mixed in with his anger.

Did I just kick THE Asami-sama?!

“I’m busy.” Asami’s tone was cool, his eyes never leaving Akihito’s face, but that didn’t deter the other man.

“Takaba-sama must surely be tired from his long journey. It’s best if he rests for the reminder of the evening.”

Asami sighed, and he acquiesced to the other man. With a hint of a smile on his lips and a small nod of his head, he looked into Akihito’s defiant stare and said, “Sleep well, Akihito.”

Then, without a sound both men were gone with the door closed firmly behind them, leaving Akihito with nothing but the heat lingering on his lips and neck.

Finally unfreezing his muscles, Akihito angrily hurled a pillow towards the door ten seconds too late. It landed with an unsatisfying soft thump against the door. He threw himself under the duvet, mortified. What the hell was that about? It didn’t matter whether or not that person was Lord Asami of Sion or not, that doesn’t make him able to do whatever he wants, so surely he deserved that kick. But he did kick the vampire. Will the date of his death sentence move up? But he didn’t seem to be angry. The vampire’s actions were abstruse and the more Akihito thought about what had happened, the more baffled he became. And worst of all, a tiny part of his brain whispered that he didn’t hate the kiss.

After turning and tossing for hours, he finally fell into an uneasy sleep, anger and confusion and something else unfamiliar to him still swirling in his mind.

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The room was still. Not even a single dust stirred, as if a magical spell had been casted upon the room.

A dark, human shaped shadow sat at the edge of the bed, bending over the sleeping figure. His hand softly touched the pale cheek, brushing the stray strands of blond hair away from the sleeping face. A melancholy expression flitted across the raven haired vampire’s face and he looked at the boy, whose quiet breathing was the only sound in the castle. The boy frowned in his sleep and mumbled something incoherent. Asami gently touched the wrinkles between the brows. The boy’s long eyelashes quivered slightly against his cheeks, before the wrinkles smoothed out and he sighed deeply, as if content, and once again fell into a deep sleep, wrapped in the gentle scent of lavender that drifted throughout the room.

In the dark, Asami whispered softly, “You are finally here, Akihito.”

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