Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.

Warnings: Angst.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito, Asami/OC.

Chapters: 1/2

Summary: There are many lights around the world but not as bright as the relationship between Asami and Akihito. They just need to learn that they are each other's light in the world.

Notes: Hello readers. I bring a new story. Do not worry, I will continue with Courting Lies. This idea came to me and helped by safa56bmc. Safa, you are the best. Thanks for helping me write it and thanks for the song that matched how this story is going. I hope you all enjoy this and please tell me what you think. As far as I know this will only be a two part story.

Part One:

Akihito sat down at the dinner table, staring at the food he made. It was almost an insult. It was like him being a wife for the yakuza. Though he was the one who said he would clean and cook the meals. Though it felt lonely when the older man would be working late. He leaned back in his chair. It was different. His life was so carefree when he was alone. He took photos and tried his best to get them into papers. Then, he ran into the yakuza and everything went down hill from there. He was kidnapped, held against his will. Asami came for him though, even with his injuries. It felt nice to have someone protect him but it still made him feel weak. He was a man, not some defensive woman who needed protected. Fei Long proved to be an equal to Asami but he wasn't. He stood up, not feeling hungry any longer. He walked to the large window, staring out of it. This was different than he imagined. He thought he would meet the perfect girl, marry her, buy a home, and have some kids to fill the house with laughter. No, he didn't have that. He had a possessive yakuza who claimed him, his. He had no idea where he stood with the older man either. The worst part was he had no one to talk to about it. He told no one about his odd relationship with the yakuza. Who would support him? His friends would flip out on him about being with a man. His father would realize who Asami was and lecture him about the whole mess. His mother would preach about never having grandchildren. His grandparents would blame his life style, going on how wrong he was.

Asami walked inside to smell the cooked food. It was strange to see Akihito like this. He threw his suit jacket onto the chair in the hallway. When he entered the dinning area, he saw Akihito by the window, staring out of it. He strolled toward the younger man. He wrapped his arms around the small waist, making the other jump. He teased, "Surprised."

Akihito was tired of it all. He wanted something different even though he would have no one to support him. It was strange that he fell for this dangerous man. Turning around to face the other, he stared into those eyes that held him captured. He wanted to speak but no words were coming out of his mouth. He mumbled instead of making an episode of his emotions, "Dinner will get cold." He pulled away from the warmth. He wasn't an equal to this man. He was just a toy. He wondered if he gave up the fight would Asami toss him aside to find another. He walked to the table and sat down. It was rare to eat dinner with the yakuza. This wasn't what he imagined his life to be like. Asami sat down and started to eat. He felt those eyes on him.

Asami knew something was bothering the boy. Akihito was acting strange for the last three days. Always moping around, lost in thought, and those eyes looked sad. It was the first time that he wanted to see a lover happy. It was strange for him. He never thought he would live with a lover before. His life was full of dangers and he always thought if he found the one, he would push them away, so they never could get hurt. Sadly, the boy did get hurt but he bounced right back like he always does. This time, something was seriously bothering the other. He knew for a fact his boy wasn't sleeping much and not eating a lot. Akihito rarely went out unless it was due to work. He knew from reports the photographer would roam the city and hang out with his friends, talk to his family. None of that happened when the boy moved in with him.

Akihito looked up to see those eyes still on him, studying him. What was he showing? Was he showing the turmoil that has been waging war inside of him since he moved in? He had no one to talk to. He used to tell his friends everything but since he meet this man, he withheld so much. He was never one who held secrets. He even told his family everything. His parents would preach about him doing dangerous jobs but they were there for him. Now, he distanced himself from everyone. His world circled around Asami. Everything he did was around the older male. He glanced back to his food and sighed, "It is a nice night."

"Why say that?" Asami asked, setting his fork down.

"The stars are clear to see. There are no clouds out tonight. It would be a great night to take a walk." Akihito hinted. He knew the other didn't do those kinds of things.

Hearing something in that tone, Asami offered, "Let us take a walk." Those hazel eyes widened and to be honest with himself, he was also shock to hear those words come out of his mouth. He never indulged a lover before. He watched as Akihito ran to the hallway, grabbing some light jackets. He stood up, looking at the plate that Akihito left. He walked out to the hallway grabbing his jacket when it was thrown toward him. He walked out the door with the boy following close by. When they went outside, the fresh warm air hit him. He walked beside the other, letting the boy pick where to go. This wasn't like him at all. He never did things like this.

Akihito started to talk without realizing who he was with, "It is strange. I never thought I would be in a relationship with another man. I always thought I would find my soul mate and it would be a woman. I always imagined that she would never talk down on my career. She would offer advice to me when I had a bad day. I hoped for kids to come home to and tell them about everything, teach them things like my dad and mom did for me." He glanced over to the yakuza. He wondered if the man ever dreamt of those things. He turned his head and asked, "Did you ever dream of those things?"

"Once. Long before you. Long before anyone, I had someone beside me. She was my world until a drunk driver killed her." Asami revealed some truth.

Akihito stopped walking, turning fully around. Asami looked at him like nothing was wrong. His heart went out toward the man. Asami had someone before who meant everything to him and that was taken from him. He walked toward the man and wrapped his arms around the yakuza. Feeling the heart beat, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Why be sorry? Things happened." Asami spoke, trying to block out his own pain. There wasn't a minute that he didn't think about her. Even with the boy next to him, he had moments where he remembered her. Akihito was like her in some ways but not totally like her.

Akihito pulled back, smiling bitterly. He began to walk again, enjoying the warm air hitting against his body. He spoke, "I bet you never talk about it with anyone. No, I really doubt you have told anyone. You hold it in and refuse to let it break you." He turned the corner, wanting the pain to go away. Was there any room in that cold heart for him? He lifted his arms into the air and span around. He laughed, "My life is fucked. I live with a man now. I play wife for him. The worst part is there is no one to listen to me. I shut everyone out now." He turned around again and stared at the man who stopped in his tracks. He muttered, "You stole everything from me and for that I hate you." Yet, I still love you.

He listened to every word coming from the boy. He had to admit the other's life hasn't been the greatest since they met. Asami fished out a pack of smokes and lit one up. Since her, he never has been like this. He passed the time with lovers, males and females, never finding one. Then again, he swore when he found one, he would push them away with everything in his power to protect them. Does that mean he should push the boy away before it is too late? He stared into those hazel eyes and spoke, "If hate is what you feel, why come near me?"

"You trained me so well." Akihito answered back. He wanted the yakuza to feel pain like he felt it. He walked to the man and spoke, "You made me like it. This is your fault like always." It's mine because I couldn't stop from falling for you.

"If that is how you feel, then you are free to leave." Asami retorted. He turned around and started to head back to the penthouse. He had to push the other away. It was hurting the boy. For the first time since her, he felt the need to protect someone. Even if his heart clinched painfully for doing this, he thought it was best for the other. All that matter was Akihito.

Akihito stood there, watching the older man's back. His heart gave away and broke. He closed his eyes as tears fell. Everything around him was gone. There was truly no one for him. He was left alone, lost and forsaken. He started to walk down the street. He needed a place to stay. He wondered what his friend would think of him showing up. He shook his head when he thought about Kou. He had to go to Takato. He wondered if he could get away without questions. He turned the corner, feeling his body numb.

Around one AM, there was a knock at the door. Sayaka sighed, annoyed. She got up and answered the door while Takato crawled out of bed. She stared stunned to see Akihito. She pulled himself and checked him over. She sighed in relief when she realized he wasn't hurt. One night, he came to them when he was bleeding. Even since then, when he came real late, she would check him over. Takato grabbed a few beers from the fridge. She sat down with Akihito. She asked, "What is it, dear?"

Akihito answered dully, "I need a place to crash."

"Why? You haven't been staying with Kou." Takato asked as he walked in the room with beers.

Akihito lowered his head and muttered, "Long story."

"Well since we were woken up, I'm sure we can listen to it." Takato replied as he sat down next to his wife.

Akihito looked at his friend and sighed, "My… My lover threw me away. I should have known better. I shouldn't have let my heart fall. I… I knew it would have never worked out."

"Aki, there are plenty of girls out there that would be happy to be with you. Forget one damn bitch and move on." Takato stated.

Sayaka smacked her husband over the head and sighed, "Oh sweetie. I'm so sorry to hear you were broken up with. Not on his terms, but Takato is right, you will find some other girl out there."

Akihito chuckled, feeling the tears fall. He shook his head sadly. Placing his head in his hands, he spoke, "I will never find someone else. I fell too deep for him."

"Him?" Takato questioned. Once he said that, his friend started to spill everything. An hour later, Akihito was crying and hardly saying anything. He was sure they were not being told the entire story. He stood up and walked to his friend. Grabbing the boy, he pulled him into a hug. This was the first time since he knew the other, to see him like this. He whispered, "You will get through this like you always get through things." He was going to pay the man a visit himself. He was going to see this Asami guy and give him a piece of his mind.

At the penthouse, Asami stared down at the uneaten dinner. He sat down and sighed. It was the right thing for his boy. It was best Akihito stayed far away from him. Look what happened already to the boy because he was around him. He stood up and lit up a cigarette. He walked to the window and mumbled, "I fell for him. Didn't I say I would push that person away from me for good?"

"Talking to yourself makes people think you lost your mind." A female's voice rang out.

Turning around quickly, Asami dropped his cigarette to the floor. He stared stunned at the person in his home. She had long brown hair with red highlights and her eyes were dark green.

"You are going to burn your home down if you don't pick up the cigarette." She spoke as she walked toward the yakuza. She crashed the cigarette under her heel. She stared into shock golden eyes.

"How? Why?" Asami asked, letting all his emotions free.

Raising her small hand, Himawari touched the older man's face. She smiled sadly and spoke, "I heard you moved on. Found someone to be beside you. He is a hand full for sure."

"How the hell are you alive?" Asami growled out as he slapped the hand away. Anger roar throughout his entire body.

Himawari answered, "I saw a murder and the police thought it best to fake my death."

"I could have…" Asami began to say.

"Yes, you could have protected me. You would have killed everyone who was involved." Himawari cut the older male off. She walked to the window and stared out it. She spoke sadly, "I couldn't approve of your life style. I saw what you did for a living. You didn't want me around but I followed you anyways. I saw you kill a man who tried to take you on. It broke my heart then and I knew I couldn't be with you." She turned around to look at the anger in those eyes that she once adored. She sighed, "We came from two different worlds. You and I were never meant to be. Though that boy is something else."

"Why the hell are you here?" Asami asked coldly, shutting all his emotions away. He never thought he would be faced with her again. She was someone he wanted to protect with his life. He would have given up his life for her. Strange, he would do the same for Akihito.

"I have been following you off and on. I saw the fight you had with the boy. I didn't hear everything because I was too far away but I saw the look on his face. You broke his heart like every other lover. But I also saw your look. You also broke your own heart." Himawari answered. She turned back to the window and sighed sadly, "You will die cold if you do not let love in, Ryuuichi. You love him and by the look of it, he loves you too." She was pulled away from the window and spanned around to stare into those eyes. She spoke, "I have moved on, Ryuuichi. I love my life and my husband." She pulled away and walked to the door. She hurt this man but he also hurt her. She spoke her final words, "You will never see me again. I'm dead to the world. Live, Ryuuichi. Live for the moment. Let love fill you and not think of the dangers involved." She opened the door and walked out with a sad look.

Asami leaned against the wall, shocked to his core. He never thought he would be face to face with the woman of his dreams. Yet, she moved on. They still thought of each other if she followed him from time to time. He pushed away from the wall and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a glass. He was doing right for the photographer. It didn't matter if he broke his own heart. He was cold to the world and always will be. That was the difference between them. Akihito understood his coldness while she didn't. He went to his bedroom and stared at the bed. It would be lonely without a warm body next to him. He could easily get someone for the night but no one would ever interest him like the photographer could. No matter how many times Akihito would fight against it, his body always yielded to him.

The next day, Takato looked into the guest room to see Akihito finally asleep. The boy didn't sleep the entire night, crying out his sorrow. He swore he would stick up for his friend no matter who the other man was. He left the room, making sure to shut the door quietly. Sayaka looked at him worriedly. He grabbed his jacket and spoke, "Don't tell him where I went."

Sayaka grabbed a hold of her husband's arm and retorted, "I heard of the name before, Takato. He is not someone to mess with. Akihito got himself into big trouble with that man. He is dangerous."

"Do not worry…" Takato was trying to reassure his wife.

"Do not tell me not to worry for you. That man is a yakuza, Takato." Sayaka raised her voice a little but not enough to wake up their friend.

"I won't do anything stupid. I just want to talk to him." Takato responded and pulled away. Kissing his wife goodbye, he left with one place in mind.

At Club Sion, Asami rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache from every business meeting he had. Also, he only had an hour of sleep. With the fight with Akihito and seeing her alive did him in. He leaned back in his chair, thankful that there were no more meetings. He noticed Kirishima paying more attention at the meetings today. It meant his men knew he was in a foul mood. Akihito would make him forget his hard days. Did he really move on from her when he thought about her? Did Akihito replace her in his heart? Did Akihito mean more to him than he was willing to admit? He closed his eyes, whispering to himself, "I fell for him when I swore not to. It wasn't meant to be like this."

Suoh entered the room and sighed, "Boss, I'm sorry to bother you but there is a boy here who refuses to leave until he sees you. He is making a scene."

"Bring him here." Asami replied tired. Suoh walked out of his office. Who would be coming here to see him? The door opened to reveal the photographer's friend. He saw him once and had pictures of the people around the other man. He stood up and asked, "What business do you have here, brat?"

Takato glared at the man and yelled, "The fucking way you treated my friend! He was at my house crying all night long! You fucking bastard stole his heart and then you broke it!" He stepped closer to the man. There was no emotion on that face. No guilt either. It drove him mad and he threw a punch. He was pulled back by a big blonde guy. He sneered, "You fucking bastard! My friend has been through all kind of shit that he will never tell anyone but I can tell something happen to him! You know…"

"I know Akihito more than you think. Your friend would yell at you for trying to take me on. Then again, he would fight me tooth and nail to protect you. Akihito is like that." Asami remarked.

At Takato's apartment, Akihito climbed out of the bed. He didn't know how to move on. Takato and Sayaka kept telling him that. He couldn't move on. Asami trapped him for good. He was lost in that dangerous man. He moved out of the room to see Sayaka pacing back and forth. He asked, "Where's Takato?" She didn't answer him but gave him a worried glance. He walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders, asking again, "Where did he go?" He had an idea but he hoped that wasn't where his friend went.

"He went to talk to that Asami guy." Sayaka answered.

"He did what!" Akihito yelled. He didn't care for his pain. All his thoughts were about protecting his friend. He ran to the door, throwing his shoes on quickly. Sayaka grabbed him by the arm and he pulled away. He gave her a look and ran out the door. He had to make sure his friend wouldn't be harmed. Doing so, he would be faced to face with the man who broke his heart. Would Asami listen to him now? Would Asami care now? Did Asami ever care? The yakuza had to, right? After all, the man came to Hong Kong injured for him. Was there some hope between them? He had no idea. He didn't know where he stood with the older man.

At Club Sion, Asami asked, "Do you think that your friend is better off with a dangerous man like me?"

"Of course not, but you could have told him that was why you were pushing him away. He would…" Takato started to say.

"No he would not. He would never listen. He is stubborn." Asami cut the boy off.

Outside, Kirishima stood by the doors and stare stunned to see Akihito running. He shook off the shock. The boy came to protect his friend. He watched as the boy looked both ways before crossing. Suddenly everything went fast forward. People were screaming and he went off his post to try to stop anything happening. The car sped toward the unknown boy.

Akihito turned his head to see the car and before he could move, the car hit him. He felt himself flying in the air. He closed his eyes, feeling tears. He felt his body hit against the pavement. He screamed in pain. Everything was blurring and pain raced throughout his body. His only thoughts were on Asami. He imagined those golden eyes.

Kirishima screamed at the other guard, "Get Asami-sama now." The guard nodded and went inside. He knelt beside the boy and spoke calmly, "Do not move."

"Asami." Akihito cried out. That was all he wanted to see. He wanted to see the yakuza. His heart was broken and so was he. He needed to see the other man.

Inside, a guard ran into the office and Asami stood up. The guard told them what happened. Takato ran out of the office and he followed quickly. He saw the crowd around Kirishima. They moved out of his way when he walked toward his loyal guard. He knelt down, his eyes widened. Takato ran toward them. Akihito looked at him and those eyes were dull. He asked as he tried to keep his emotions at bay, "Did someone call an ambulance?" Kirishima nodded his head. Akihito was moving his hand. He grabbed the hand and ordered, "Do not move an inch."

Akihito didn't know how badly it was or if he would survive. He stared into those golden eyes. He had to say it before it was too late. His damn pride was always getting in the way. He chocked out, "Remember… remember when I said what… what my dreams were?"

"Yes. I do not forget things." Asami spoke. As long as Akihito was speaking, it meant some kind of hope. He had to keep the other speaking. He ordered, "Stay there. Keep hanging on. You are a fighter."

"I… I imagined a wife and children. Those… Those dreams seem stupid… stupid now. All I… I… I want is you. I… I give up my damn pride. I… I… I… I love you, Asami… Asami Ryuuichi." Akihito whizzed out. He closed his eyes. He was so tired.

Asami yelled out his order, "Damn it, Akihito, you are not allow to leave! I decide your fate! Akihito!" He couldn't see the light in the boy's eyes.