Takaba the Noble?

A.N:

Having many, many ideas as I read through more and more fanfics, so thanks to all the authors out there, which get my imaginative juices flowing! It gives me things to do while my job is quiet.

I'm getting the chapters rolling as I get the ideas, or they will be gone by the time I get round to it again once my work goes back.

I own nothing and make nothing.

Viewfinder x Noblesse sort of.

Follows a VF plot with Noblesse people and powers thrown in J Akihito the noble? Will he be able to keep in a secret from his lover?

Hope you like it, feedback appreciated!

Lukedonia, Bermuda Triangle.

"Send the letter addressed to the name he uses now, it's time he returned to being one of us now that his father has gone to eternal sleep." Spoke the melodic voice.

Shinjuku, Tokyo.

Takaba Akihito came to a dead halt on the side of the busy street as a chill settled over him and centuries of memories and lifespans of experience burst like a dam through his veins. Shit, this cannot be happening. Shit. Shit. Shit. Father.

He recalled the last words he heard from his father a mere 21years ago. My son, I see how bored you grow here in this stagnant place, you long to explore and be free. I give you this gift so that you may live the life you want. And even when I pass, do not come back, for you will surely be stuck here again. Do not come back, even if it means missing my farewell.

Takaba stood frozen, as he felt his last shred of humanity literally slip away.

He turned to the shop window beside him and looked at his reflection.

Akihito had always been attractive, it was only natural for his kind, but the reflection before him now made his former self pale in comparison, his pale skin seemed even more flawless, ageless to be exact, his beach blond hair had taken on a silver sheen in perfect style.

His features had become more defined, his jawline firmer, cheekbones sharper, his shoulders seemed wider, his chest deeper and his muscles toned and firm. If he was attractive before, now he was drop-dead gorgeous.

That he could explain, maybe. He'd say he had been working out or something.

It was his eyes he would not be able to.

His once youthful hazel eyes, were now a deep, all knowing shade of crimson.

"Asami sama, it seems Takaba had a letter delivered to the Condo today that wasn't from the postal service, but from someone suspicious looking in a suit, what are your orders Sir?" Kirishima read the report with a monotone, clearly unsurprised an issue with the young trouble maker had popped up yet again.

It wouldn't be the first time they had intercepted a death threat from one of Asami's many rivals.

"Bring the letter to me at once." the reply deadpan.

"As I thought Sir, I already have it on the way to the office, it should be here in 5 minutes."

The 5 minutes passed in silence until Kirishima returned to put a crisp white envelope on Asami's desk, there were only two words on the front: Takaba Akihito.

The paper was thick and heavy, the handwriting impeccable.

Asami opened the letter, expecting it to be the same as all the others he had read previously.

This was not in the field of his expectations. The letter read:

Takaba Akihito,

Your father has gone to his eternal sleep, your presence is requested at his memorial.

Appropriate transport will be arranged for you and you do not need to bring anything. I will be sending someone to retrieve you to make sure you attend, as is your duty.

Lord.

Kirishima cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the look of disbelief on his boss's face. He wasn't used to seeing such a thing.

"Sir? What are your orders?"

Asami slowly folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and after a long moment, with a look of absolute calm, "Take it back to the condo and put it in my office there, I will give it to him myself."

"I will see to it at once, Asami sama." Kirishima took the letter off the desk and was half way to the door when Asami spoke up again again in clipped tones.

"Kirishima, I know it's been done before, but order a full investigation into Akihito's past, focus more on his family and his adoption if you can. Bring me any new information at once. Also clear my schedule for tomorrow."

"Consider it done, Asami sama." The door clicked shut as Kirishima left Asami alone in his office. If the letter wasn't a threat, and he plans to give it to Takaba then what was it that made him make a face like that? Kirishima contemplated looking, but his loyalty to his boss overwhelmed his curiosity. If Asami meant for the letter to be read by others he would have showed him.

So he personally put the letter on Asami's desk in the condo as ordered.

Asami sat in his office at home, staring at the letter for Akihito on his desk.

Should he pretend he hadn't read it? Or should he break the news to the boy himself?

Out of all the situations in the world, this was one he didn't know how to deal with.

Having made his decision, he picked the letter up, headed to the lounge for a whiskey and cigarette and settled on the couch waiting for Akihito to come home.

Akihito held a breath before he entered the condo he shared with Asami. His eyes itched with the contact lenses he was wearing to conceal their true color. He slumped his shoulders slightly and tried to walk lazily. He also wore a beanie to conceal his hair, his skin he couldn't do much about.

It was late, hopefully Asami was asleep.

Takaba released his breath, and stepped into the place he called home.

Asami felt butterflies settle in his gut as he heard the door open. He stood up to meet his boy coming in from the foyer. Something seemed off about him, had he been up to mischief again? Now wasn't the time to question such things.

"Akihito, please sit down."

Takaba started for a moment, that was definitely concern in Asami's tone. He wouldn't have picked up on it the way he was before.

It was bad enough he was still awake, he needed to avoid him as often as he could until he sorted out his situation. Ah, better get it over and done with then I can go to sleep and he will be gone in the morning. I will have to deal with whomever they send when they get here, they aren't likely to make a scene so it will be fine. Until then try and act like the normal Takaba Akihito, the Takaba Akihito you want to stay as.

"Ah right, ok. What's up Asami?"

The innocent tone of the boys voice really threw Asami's resolve for a loop, and it took all his control to stop himself from embracing the boy right there on the couch.

Asami steeled himself and handed the envelope to Akihito and explained while Akihito read it. "This came today, I have read it already. I'm sorry Akihito. Would you-" Asami hesitated, "would you like me to attend with you?"

Ah there, he said it. As much as he wouldn't say it out loud, he wanted to support his young lover.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on his kitten, waiting for the reaction whatever it may be.

"No thanks, that wont be necessary as I won't be going. Thanks for the offer though, anyone might think you actually cared with an offer like that, haha. Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. G'night Asami" With that, the boy stood up, gave him a peck on the check and went to their bedroom. The boy must be in shock surely.

There was no reaction at all, even if he hadn't known his father, there would have been something other then that from his expressive young spitfire. What is going on here? What about the person who will pick him up? Maybe it will sink in tomorrow, good thing I took the day off. There were too many questions he didn't know the answer to. He didn't like that.

He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag before stubbing it out in the ashtray and heading to bed to cuddle his odd young kitten.

He couldn't ravish him tonight, Asami admitted, their relationship was deeper then that.