Hello all. this is my first VF fanfic. i'm more of a reader than a writer, but i can't seem to get this plotbunny out of my head, so bear with my very amateurish writing. bit of a guideline: Birthmark Soulmate fic. mark will heat up and throb in the beat of each other's heartbeat when they touch. both of them have to have reached puberty though for it to work. don't have a beta, so its all me for now. hope you enjoy my story. updates maybe sporadic, don't know yet haha anyway. . .

Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder. i'm simply borrowing it's characters and making them dance to my tune.

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It was a usual Sunday afternoon when it happened. They were at the park having a bit of family bonding, Akihito playing hide and seek with his father while his mother looked on by the bench.

Dad won't find me here! Akihito thought to himself as he climbed into the longest slide as his father counted a few yards away. Just as the 30 count was over, Akihito suddenly heard his father talking to an unknown man. Thinking it was time to stop playing, Akihito froze when his mother let out a horrified scream. Feeling goosebumps cover his skin, he stayed where he was as the talk turned to yells and screams. But the sudden silence made chills run down his spine after two loud gunshots rang through the park.

He heard two unknown male voices talking to each other about witnesses and clean up. Both deciding to leave immediately because surely the two shots would have alarmed people close by. Akihito held still in his place as he heard them pass by his slide, hoping his heavy panicked breathing did not alert the two of his presence. A moment passed and then two, he could not hear the two shooters but he could not make himself move. A distant siren pulled him from his fear induced paralysis and he carefully crawled down from his hiding place. He could not stop the cry that was pulled out from his lungs as he saw his parents together on the ground, a large puddle of blood soaked the earth where they laid.

Legs weak, Akihito dropped to the ground. Small trembling hands clutched at the grass as a heart wrenching sob tore through him as his young mind tried to process the picture in front of him. Shakily crawling on his knees towards his mother, hoping against all hope that they were okay and not dead. Once he reached his mother though, he knew, oh how he knew that his mother and father were no longer of the living.

He felt so cold as he rearranged his mother's limbs and as he pulled his father's body closer, not minding the blood that was now soaking his clothes and staining his hands. He crawled between his parents then wrapped his arms around his mother's torso while also holding his father's hand. There he laid, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing as tears continuously fell from his hazy eyes. Mind and body both equally numb, he did not notice three young men looking around the area cautiously. He did not notice that when they found him, a very tall blond started to walk along the area's perimeter, another man in glasses calling an ambulance and the police, while the third man gently knelt down by the bodies checking to see if they were alive.

As he checked Akihito, he was surprised to find the child alive and well but not reacting to his presence. Understanding that the child must be in shock, he gently pried Akihito's small hand from his mother's blouse and his father's hand. Carefully holding the child to his chest not minding the amount of blood that now sullied his suit, he slowly stood up with the child in his arms. He slowly approached his friend as he finished his call, shaking his head with a frown when the other looked at him questioningly. The very tall blonde neared them also with a shake and frown. All three looked at the still crying child in the third man's arms and could feel nothing but pity for him.

They waited close by for the ambulance and the police, each trying to make the child react to anything to get him out of his shock. The sound of sirens rang through the air and the child miraculously jolted to life. Quickly picking up his head from resting on the man's shoulder, he panicked as he looked around for his parents presence. Seeing them once again on the ground, he cried loudly as he tried to reach out for them while wiggling his body that was still in the man's arms. Seeing his sudden hysteria, the man quickly left the area so that Akihito could no longer see the bodies. Reaching his hand up to Akihito's head, he slowly guided it to his shoulder as he started to rock side to side while quietly sing a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. The sirens grew nearer and still he continued to sing and eventually Akihito drew quiet, there were still a bit of sniffling here and there but no outright crying.

Looking to see if Akihito fell asleep, the man was surprised to see glassy blue eyes trying to look up at him. Removing his hand from Akihito's head and wrapping it around his waist, Akihito leaned back a bit. Staring at each other, the man decided to fill in the silence.

"What is your name kid?" he asked softly.

The child continued to stare at him then said quietly, "Akihito."

Akihito looked down briefly before looking back up at the man. "You?"

The man gave a small smirk before replying. "My name is Ryuichi. Do feel calmer now?"

Akihito looked at him for a while before shrugging then nodding. He slowly laid his head on Ryuichi's shoulder.

Ryuichi, a bit surprised at the child's actions asked him quietly if he wanted to go back to where his friends were. Feeling a nod on his shoulder, Ryuichi quickly made his way towards them. He arrived to see paramedics loading the two bodies into an ambulance while two police officers interviewed his two friends. He headed straight to one of the paramedics so they could check Akihito over and hopefully get any information they could get out of him.

Wrapped in a blanket and holding Ryuichi's hand, Akihito answered questions. How old he was, who his parents were, where he lived, if he had any relatives and what happened earlier that day. Eight years old, Ryuichi thought saddly. For this to happen to him so young.

It turns out that Akihito's parents were quite famous and pretty loaded too. His father a famous photographer in his younger days, he retired and became a university professor when he became a father. It was the same with Akihito's mother, she was actually one of the best Japanese models in her time. When she got pregnant with Akihito, she retired and became a designer for baby clothes. All in all, Akihito will receive a sizable inheritance when he comes of age.

After that bit of questioning, it was decided that they take Akihito to a nearby hospital for a thorough checking. Hearing this, Akihito began to tremble as he started to tear up. He looked up at Ryuichi with pleading eyes to not let him go while squeezing Ryuichi's fingers in his little hand as if to say don't go. with a soft smile, Ryuichi knelt down in front of him and laid his free hand on Akihito's head.

"Akihito, you must listen to the kind man. He will take you to a nice Doctor to make sure you are okay. Don't worry alright? I will talk with the police and follow after you. I will find you okay?"

With a hesitant nod, Akihito let go of Ryuichi's hand and held the blanket closer to his body. With a soft pat to Akihito's head, Ryuichi stood up with a slight smile and watched as Akihito was seated in the ambulance, with a final wave, the door was closed and the vehicle drove away. the smile dropped from his face and a scowl marred his handsome face. Walking towards his friends and the police, he sought to find out what the hell happened.

Ryuichi did not know that when everything was finished and went to the hospital that Akihito was supposed to be in, that there was no child that was seen or admitted in that name. All the other hospitals nearby reporting the same as the first. It was as if Takaba Akihito disappeared off the face of the earth.

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Little Akihito looked outside his hospital window wondering if his Ryuichi would be able to find him with his new name. He didn't think so though. His mother's cousin was called in because she was the closest relative in town. Child services was called and witness protection brought in. He would live somewhere else and given a new name. He protested against changing his first name but agreed to change his last. He was now called Takeda Akihito and oh how he hated it. His Ryuichi would not be able to find him at this rate. He sighed forlornly, he was just told that he was to go to an orphanage in the next town over. Even though he had relatives, it seems not one of them wanted him around their families.

It was a usual Sunday afternon when it happened. He lost his family, ripped away from his new friend, and abandoned by the rest of his relatives. Poor little Akihito didn't know if he could still cry anymore. Looking at the drops of salt water now on his hands, he thought looks like I still can.

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So this is the prologue obviously. Akihito is 8 yrs old while Ryuichi is 20. in the next chapter, akihito will be 21 because that is when he will receive his inheritance. so until next time. . .

-HaLo