For the first time in his life, Asami Ryuichi was lost for words.

The usually unflappable man found himself that day unable to barely breathe or even move because he was in so much shock from what he was seeing. Far too wary of the precarious situation that seemed to be unfolding before him to risk it.

He finally had to give in though and blink when his eyes couldn't take the strain from staring for so long but, to his horror, nothing seemed to change after that. Because the Yakuza still found himself stood where he had been in his office, facing his subordinates and also for some inexplicable reason. A baby.

A baby of all things, when he had specifically ordered his most trusted employees to go and fetch Akihito as usual.

What were his men playing at?

Kirishima and Suoh, the ever observant guards shuffled their weight awkwardly, not knowing what to really say or even do in the sorry situation they found themselves in. They looked ashamedly down at the floor as a small voice rang out through the deathly quiet office.

"Gooh, ga!"

That innocent, gleeful voice finally managed to break Asami out of his stupor and he narrowed his eyes, creeping towards his innocent prey. The yakuza leaned forward and glared at the small bundle that was giggling happily at his misfortune. A vein in the Yakuza's temple throbbed with irritation.

"What is it doing here?" Asami growled dangerously, making Kirishima clear his throat with a nervous cough. "Asami–sama, the 'it' you are referring to is uh…"

"Is WHAT!?" The Yakuza interrupted with a snarl.

The little bundle jumped in shock at the big, scary voice as tears instantly leaked from his innocent eyes. Asami startled at the reaction and could only stare speechless at the infant as the thing cried his little eyes out.

"Waah, waa-uh u-gh waaah!"

Asami watched on as the baby's tear-filled hazel eyes looked up at him inquisitively and the yakuza blinked back down at the little one, intrigued. The hazel eyes were fixed on his own and the man was surprised that the stare never wavered from his. Asami could only study those glistening orbs, growing even more confused as the little bundle then started moving, crawling in his direction!

The guards shuffled their feet awkwardly again as Asami finally put the pieces together. The little mop of blonde hair, the hazel eyes and that soft pale skin all put together an image; one that Asami wasn't ready to accept as true quite yet, but then again - there was no denying it.

"Takaba..." Asami whispered, unsure. Just as the little bundle raised his arms to be picked up.

Was that a sign? Could this be?…

Asami shook his head clearing his wayward thoughts. Akihito a BABY, well. It's just not possible. Is it? The yakuza glanced between his subordinates and the baby, puzzled beyond words and not able to help but shake his head in doubt.

"What does it er - want?" Asami asked his subordinates in a quiet tone, not wanting to unsettle the crying snot machine and Suoh coughed slightly, answering; "Asami-sama, it seems he wants you to ur...hold him."

The yakuza narrowed his eyes at the little bundle, before balling his fists tightly. He. Hold a baby? How? He knows how to kill people, rule over Tokyo, run clubs catering to the rich and famous….but a BABY. Na ah, growled Asami to himself.

Having made up his mind Asami turned to face Kirishima with a stern glare "Kirishima, pick it up" he said, pointing to the infant.

Kirishima blinked, his eyes contracting slightly as he looked at his boss's facial expression. Clearly not taking 'no' for an answer with his usual emotionless yet stern expression clear on his face. The guard's shoulders slumped in defeat as he finally trudged towards the small bundle, who upon realising who was in front of him quickly withdrew his hands. Clearly not too pleased at all with the alternative offered to him in the form of the funny four-eyed man. The infant's lips began to tremble as he looked up at Asami with a pout, pleadingly so with big fat glossy tears threatening to fall from his small orbs.

"Asami-sama. I think he wants you." Kirishima quickly said, afraid of angering his boss but even more afraid of the imminent tantrum from their little guest.

This though, as Kirishima feared did not have a positive effect in his employer and Asami couldn't believe what the HELL he was hearing from his man after giving him a direct order. He threw his hands in the air, exasperated at the situation he had found himself in and looked to Kirishima and Suoh, demanding answers.

"I asked you to bring me Akihito and you bring me back a BABY!" The yakuza bellowed, quickly reaching the boundaries of patience as the room suddenly felt cold, as though it had dropped ten degrees.

"But boss. That IS Akihito..." Suoh spoke cautiously, finding it hard for the first time to meet his employers furious eyes and they stood for some time in silence. It only breaking suddenly and shockingly with a laugh from Asami. Asami suddenly chuckled so loud and so seemingly cheerfully into the silent room that everyone, even the baby jumped in shock.

"Ha ha ha. That's a good one Suoh. Your impeccable sense of humour amazes me to no end." He hissed with a menacing smile. Definitely one that didn't reach his cold, murderous eyes and it made Suoh and Kirishima exchange worried glances.

"B-boss?"

Asami fixed his gaze once more on the little baby then and saw that yes, true enough, it was the exact, but miniature replica of his kitten. How the hell does one go from being a twenty three year old grown man into a baby? Last time he checked his lover was six foot two and had well and truly made it through puberty. There has got to be a mistake here. Yes, definitely.

The yakuza finally took a step forward after managing to calm himself with the aid of logic and the baby began to clap, suddenly excited about something which only seemed to confuse Asami more. He didn't even know this little mischievous bundle, yet it seemed that the infant knew him very well.

"Ami!" The baby cooed with glee.

Did the baby just call me AMI?

Looking at the baby Asami could judge that it was about fifteen months old so yes - there's not a chance that this could be - but, if the baby just called him AMI it could only mean surely, the small bundle was...AKIHITO.

NO WAY.

The yakuza crouched down and slowly offered his hands out to the infant with an uncertainty unfitting for his usual character and image, but this was no usual matter. The baby looked up at Asami, giggling and wiggling eagerly as he reached up to be picked up by the strong, toned arms.

"Ami!" The little bundle flapped happily again, smiling up at the man with a cute trail of drool steadily dripping down his chin and onto the blanket draped over him.

Asami pulled the baby to his chest, the awe on his face replacing the confused look he had before as he found himself a little overwhelmed with the surge of protectiveness he felt for the little one. He watched in wonder as the infant only took a second to adjust, snuggling against him with a happy and soft sigh.

"Akihito?" Asami questioned, still unconvinced to some extent of course. This is impossible, isn't it?

The little bundle looked up to the man again with curious hazel eyes and he smiled happily as bubbles of saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth, Asami finding he didn't even mind the flecks of spittle that gradually fell to dot his lapel. The baby crooned and sighed again as his eyes began to shut, drooping closed as he lay against the warm chest and feeling all snug and safe. Sleep claimed him almost instantaneously.

"Ami..."

Asami watched as his lover…Former lover? Lover to be in eighteen years? Well, Akihito turned baby immediately fell asleep and he gazed up at his subordinates face blank of any emotion, even those that he may have been showing even a few moments ago. Also ignoring for the moment the child in his arms.

"Prepare the limo."

Asami ordered his men and heard them start to move as he walked towards the window that overlooked his empire, small bundle clutched just a little tighter in his arms. He caught them just before they both left the room, with just a little reminder.

"And not a WORD to anyone about this."

"Hai Asami-sama." They bowed with a deep respect, not needing any more encouragement before they finally left the room, releasing the breaths they had no idea they were holding and leaving Asami to look down at his little bundle with a sincere warmth, an affectionate amusement only reserved for him.

'Oh Akihito, what did you do?'