Title: Tell Me What The Rain Knows (1/?)

Paring: Asami x Akihito

Rate: NC – 17

Spoilers: None… I think…

Summary: AU. Sometimes you walk the right path sometimes you walk the wrong one. The problem is when the wrong turns right. Or the right turns to be wrong. But that is something Akihito will have to find out.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to the amazing and only Ayano-sensei. She's so beautiful and talented ;-;

Author's note: So here is an yaoi :3 that's all.

Tell Me What The Rain Knows

Chapter 1

Did you ever wonder where you would end up if you let the wind take you? Where your feet would carry you if you entrusted yourself to them? Would your deepest dreams come true? Would your deepest regrets leave you forever? Would your fears still drown you in that darkness you so wish to escape? Would you live happily? Would you look back and wish you never took that faithful step?

I took that step. I don't think I regret it, but I don't think I like it either. Go back? Sometimes I wish I could, sometimes I wonder how it would have been if I stayed where they told me to stay and sometimes I smile and shake my head. An old friend once told me, 'life is like a game, you have to play to know if you can win.' Those words never left me and always support me when I feel down or feel life isn't fair, because life is never fair. Life plays dirty and laughs when you fall. So you need to play dirty too. Yet you do not need to do that a motto for life, just a little help.

Remember something very important, when you need take shortcuts in your journey, rest, drink, eat and sleep. But never forget your dreams or your believes, they make you who you are. Also, don't forget that dreams never fade but they can turn into something new and once your dream comes true…well, find another and start a new journey, but don't ever stop being yourself.

Asami Ryuuichi was a man of many ideas and ideals. Especially if they concerned illegal business such as drugs, human and armament traffic and killing. Yet, sitting at his luxurious leather couch in his large living room, looking at a kneeling boy between his legs while the rain fell hard outside, made all his ideals disappear, leaving the ideas running wild. It wasn't just the boy's position that made his ideas go wild but also the boy himself. Stray silver hair and bright amber eyes, the boy's body was small and slim but not fragile. Asami hated fragile things; they were no fun playing with. He grabs the boy's chin lifting it up slowly meeting those beautiful amber eyes, fire burning slowly in them. A grin fills Asami's lips. This kid would do perfectly.

"Tell me your name boy." Asami demands, his eyes cold.

"It's Takaba Akihito." The boy whispers after a shiver runs through his body.

"Good. Tell me, why were you in the pouring rain and bleeding?"

Another shiver runs through Akihito. The tall man's voice was so smooth but so cruel, so disproved of emotions. What the fuck was in his head to grab this man's hand and go to his house? This man smells of danger and death. Akihito was sure he had killed many people and was starting to wonder if he was going to kill him too. But he couldn't go back. He had chosen this path.

"I… I was just wandering around." Akihito lowers his head noticing the tall man was no longer holding his chin "Then some guys picked a fight, God knows why, and I never back off a fight… so I fought and it started to rain… that's all."

"Liar." Asami whispers in the boy's ear getting a jump as an answer. His grin grows wider "I bet you ran from home because one of your parents beat you." He watches those gray eyes wider in fear "Bingo. Now tell me the truth."

Akihito looks at the tall man in total fear. He was right. This man was dangerous and he was fucked. He needed to find a way to get the fuck out or his body will be swimming at Tokyo's bay. Only if he could run and not limp. Yet he was sure there were some black dressed guys at the door.

A large and warm hand run over the side of his face where a cut lay and Asami slowly rubs his thumb over his dark eye. Akihito knows he's pretty wounded. The doctor who had been in the same living room just minutes before said he may have some broken ribs, his leg was severely wounded due to a knife cut and his shoulder was dislocated. No wonder, it was five against one. Those jerks.

"Takaba…" Asami's smooth voice brought him off of his thoughts. "you have two options" Asami pauses to light a cigarette, exhaling the smoke before continuing "you can tell me the reason why you were beat or I can make you talk. And trust me, you shouldn't wish for the second." Another scary grin spread across Asami's face.

"I…" Akihito sighs and lowers his head again. He was so fucked. "I was really beat by some jerks on the street. I'm not lying." He looks up slowly then lowers his eyes again. Those golden eyes seemed to burn him, they were so intense. "But you are right. I ran away from… home" Akihito whispered the last word.

"I see." Asami rests his back against the couch, his eyes never leaving the boy. "So your parents did beat you." He chuckles. "They might be looking for you, you know?"

Akihito shakes his head and then snorts. Yeah, like they cared for him.

"No. They have others so they don't need me." He plays with his hands, nervous. He was so nervous. Was this tall man going to make him go back there? To them? "Will you… if they don't look for me will you force me to go back?" Shit! That wasn't supposed to come out.

"Why should I?" Asami grabs the boy's hair, lifting his head getting a yelp from the boy's cute mouth. "Do you wish me to?" The boy shakes his head again, fear back in his amber eyes "Then I have a little work for you. Or do you plan running away from your savior?"

Akihito shakes his head again. He will do anything as long as this man doesn't force him to go back and don't kill him.

"Good." Asami lets go of the boy's hair "How old are you?"

"Twenty." The boy whispers.

"Twenty is a good age. Not too young or too old." Asami bends forward, his hand grabbing the boy's chin, lifting it. "Do you have experience with man?"

Akihito's eyes widen. Was this tall man asking what he thought what he was asking? More, was the work he offered… no! Akihito shakes his head again, unable to form a word.

"Oh? Never had sex with men before?" Asami bends more leaving his mouth inches from Akihito's "Then I will have to train you."

Then it appears again. That fire Asami saw when he picked this stray boy from the streets. It was enchanting, that fire that brightens those beautiful amber eyes. In a violent push, Akihito frees himself from Asami's grip, getting on his two feet faster than an injured like him should or could. And those eyes burned even more.

"I will not be a prostitute!" the yell echoes in the large living room "You bastard! If you picked me up to sell me then I prefer going back to those dirty streets!" his breath comes out fast. There was no way in hell he was going to sell himself just because his savior was a bastard. "I have rights and I will use them against you if you do anything like that to me!"

"Oh really?" Asami chuckles and gets up "So tell me… Akihito" Asami takes a step forward saying his first name with a suggestive tone. "Why don't you get your rights and charge those you ran away from?" another step forward and Akihito starts to back out, his voice as cold as Alaska's winter "Let me tell you why. You are nobody, have no money. So stop and just do as I say."

Those golden eyes got even colder, if that was even possible, sending shiver after shiver over Akihito's wounded body. Tears started to run. Anything but going back to them and sell his body.

"Please" Akihito whispers again "I'll do anything, just don't make me sell myself. I ran away because of that… just, please don't."

Asami carefully places his hand on Akihito's injured face so he wouldn't hurt the boy. He could be cruel and a bastard but if he needed something he would get it. Even if he needed to be gentle and caring, and he needed this stray boy.

"If you had listened to me you wouldn't be yelling and making a fool out of yourself." The boy looks at him, fear back in his eyes. Asami calms down, letting the cold in his voice melt "I am not going to make you sell yourself."

"T-t-then what? You asked if… I had e-experience with m-men…"

"Yes, I did, but only because I need to know how to touch you when we are in public and also in private." Asami caresses the boy's face some more before lowering his hand "Now, I want you to pretend to be my lover." A shiver runs down the boy's body again. So innocent and pure. "You will live here with me and will attend events that require my presence with me." He stops and lights another cigarette "I will get you some clothes; those you are wearing can go to the trash." Another pause to exhale the smoke "We will be intimate… very intimate. I like to show what is mine so others can think twice before doing anything stupid. Either way you will sleep with me. You can do anything you wish as a hobby and for work. Yet I prefer you go back to studying… college?" Asami asks raising a perfect eyebrow getting a nod from the boy "Good. Choose anything and we will get you in it. Any questions?"

Akihito stares at the tall man. Questions? Oh yes, a lot of them but by the tone of him, this tall man won't accept a 'no' and he is sure that any question that is out of topic will be dismissed or answered later.

"Ah… w-wh-what is… your name?"

"Asami Ryuuichi." The man chuckles, he forgot to tell his name. Well, he didn't exactly forget. He's used to be known both by the living and the dead, so he didn't forget. "Call me what you feel more comfortable with. Anything more?" the boy shakes his head "Good. I'm going out to get you some clothes. There's food on the fridge, eat and then rest."

Without another word, Asami dresses his jacket and leaves. Akihito stares at the door some more before limping to the kitchen, or what he thinks would be the kitchen… bingo! Opening the fridge he finds some orange juice and what he believes would be the tall man… Asami's dinner leftover. Exploring the kitchen, Akihito tries to find a plate and cutlery. Finally finding them, he warms the food and eats it slowly, his stomach protesting for not getting any food in the past four days. Akihito washes the dishes and goes back to the living room, looking around.

After arguing with himself that his leg was hurting too much and that his curiosity had time to run free, Akihito sits down and turns on the TV, drifting to sleep short after.

Asami sits in his office chair looking through the window at Tokyo, his city. The plan was simple. The hard part was done, now he just needs to let it flow. He had time and he is going to use it at his favor. His stray boy was perfect; he could never get anyone more perfect to this job. A soft knock at the door drifted his mind back to the papers in his hand.

"Come in."

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir" a tall man with glasses and dark hair walks in, stopping next to his boss. "Everything is already done, sir."

"Good. Thank you, Kirishima." Asami looks back at the papers and hands them to his secretary "I see no fault; perfect as always." He takes a cigarette out playing with it "Make sure Suoh is alert. When will be the next event?"

"Next month, sir. Morobashi-sama is giving a party to celebrate his daughter's marriage." Kirishima answers after folding a small agenda.

"Perfect. I have plenty of time to get things running as planned. I want two more guards with me that day. I will introduce my sweet lover to them all; I'm sure someone will want to kill him." Kirishima nods taking notes on the small agenda "By the way, I told him to choose something to graduate, you know what you have to do."

"Yes, sir." Kirishima nods again taking some more notes before adding "You have one more meeting in two hours. I will bring some documents I wish you to look at, sir."

"Fine." Asami sighs. "That would be all for today?" at Kirishima's nod Asami grins "Good. Very good."

Never getting home felt so good to Asami. Not when he had some stray kitten waiting for him. A grin spread across his face. His days would be so enjoyable.

Taking the shoes and the jacket, Asami walks into the living room only hearing the low sound of the news on his television. Glancing over it, he hears the journalist talk about the body found on Tokyo's bay. Unfortunate person. Asami chuckles deciding to go find his kitten, a moan comes from the sofa, making him turn. His beautiful, injured kitten was soundly asleep on the sofa curled in a ball. Asami lets a smile light his face walking to the kitchen to eat dinner.

He needs to sleep. The day had been long and tiring, yet promising. Plans in hand and running, killings well operated, drugs and guns in the right hands and a kitten to warm his bed. Perfect and promising.

Asami places the dishes in the washing machine going back to the living room. Turning off the TV, Asami picks his boy bridal style and walks to the bedroom, placing Akihito on the bed, Asami begins undressing him, leaving Akihito only in boxers. Asami grins, pleased with his work, he walks to the bathroom, taking a shower. Closing the water, Asami decides dressing boxers where the right idea. He does not want this kitten running away, it would be too troublesome; getting on the bed he hears another moan. It seems his boy was dreaming; turning off the light Asami wraps his arm around Akihito's waist pulling him closer, sleep taking over him too.

Tonight he would let it go but tomorrow the train will start.