OK, so summer break starts tomorrow and I'm soooo excited because shit is going to go down and yes I know that you guys are mad at me because I haven't been working on my other fanfics but things just pop into my head and I must write them and I can't help it! so enjoy this one until I finish my other chapters! MERRRR! :)))

"I can not believe you!"

"Akihito, calm down-

"No, I am not going to calm down! You used me as BAIT! When the hell! Did you expect me to take this well?! I nearly got my head BLOW OFF!"

"It turned out fine."

"Ya, only because I ducked! If I didn't have such quick reflexes you'd be cleaning up two bodies."

"It wasn't that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?! I had a gun to my head! Don't tell me it wasn't that big of a deal!"

"You need to cool of."

"Cool off?! . . . Fine, I'll cool off, but know this, this will be the last time you ever see me."

"Ya, right. You'll be back."

"Oh you think so."

"I know so. You can't disappear on me Akihito, even if you try your hardest."

"Oh, ya? Watch me."

And that's all Asami did . . . watch.

Asami woke instantly, slightly panting and a light sheen of cold sweat across his brow.

'Haven't had that dream in a while.' Looking over at the clock with the time and date he could see why. As of today it has been eight years since Akihito had disappeared. Asami didn't think the kid had been serious about disappearing, he just thought they both needed to cool of and they would just get over it. When Akihito didn't come back for week, Asami had gotten worried and set Kirishma to look for the idiot. All Kirishma came back with was note:

'I told you to watch me. Guess you didn't take my advice, A.'

After that Asami turned Japan upside down looking for him and after almost a year of looking for Akihito, Asami had all but lost hope of finding him. He had really blew it. He had nearly gotten Akihito killed on purpose and he didn't think of how betrayed Akihito must have felt when he realized what was really going. Asami could still clearly see how hurt Akihito had looked when Asami had set him up. He betrayed Akihito's trust and paid dearly for it. Now there was nothing he could do to fix it.

Asami got up and got ready for his day. He had a big trip ahead of him and he needed to be ready. A knock came from the front door and Kirishma's voice could be heard through it.

"Asami-sama, the plane for New York is ready."

"Thank you, Kirishma." Asami walked to the door and just before he opened door looked up at the one good picture of Akihito that he willing let Asami take. His genuine smile, the shine in his eyes, everything that Asami had come to love in the kid. His Akihito, his cute Akihito, that he had let slip though his figures, and out of his sight. Asami sighed and opened the door that led to the day ahead of him.

Walking down the street in New York City, Akihito still couldn't believe that it had been eight years since the last time that he had seen Asami. Never had he thought that his stupid plan would've actually worked but sneaking onto a plane was actually easier than he had thought. Playing flight attendant was no picnic though. He wanted to strangle a third of the passengers by the end of the flight.

Starting a new life hadn't been that hard. All he had to do was send in some good pictures and he got the job. Trying to make a life in New York had been a piece a cake, it was the people around you that you had to be careful about. In the eight years he had been in New York he had been jumped at least twenty times, but he never really had anything on him so he really wasn't worth to jump so he never really freaked out after the fifth time. He just sat back and watched as the idiots went through his empty pockets and laughed.

Moving on in New York made him a little depressed for leaving Asami, but he had deserved it. Asami had used him as bait and nearly got him killed, but thanks to that experience he realized that his suspicions were correct. The he was nothing but a tool to Asami, a play thing that he could use when ever he felt like and then just toss him to the side without a second thought. He had used him and Akihito had made up his mind to never see him again for that reason . . . and another reason. One that he hoped to keep secret as long as he could even if he would take it to his grave.

He had really wanted to tell Asami but he was afraid of what Asami would've done. The secret was huge and the last thing he needed was for Asami to freak and hurt himself, but also something very, very important to him. Something that he was willing to protect with his life.