Hello :) I'm back with the new chapter. Please review! I'll post a new fic, a one-shot, soon as a belated New Year's gift and my birthday's special. Thank you!

The door clicked shut silently as the doctor left. Asami didn't realize that it was approaching midnight until he checked his cell phone and saw the time read on the screen. He returned his glance back to the sleeping person on the bed like he did for the past few hours. Asami slowly padded towards the bed, carefully to not jostle the bed, he sat on the edge and studied Akihito's face.

As far that he remembered, the boy's temperature was just fine yesterday and he had no signs for a coming fever. Dwelling on the details won't do anything. Akihito had been treated, anyway. Asami felt some sort of stiffness around his neck-it was the usual cue that he should rest- and decided to take a bath before retiring for the night.

At first, there was only silence and the sounds of their breathing in the room until Asami woke up to Akihito's trashing and mumbles.

"...soak my...hands in ..." Asami frowned. The frown deepened when Akihito uttered the next word.

"Blood."

Akihito's body spasmed ,his breath came out in staccato while his fingers gripping the sheet under him as if it was his lifeline. When Akihito began to jerk almost like he was strangled only then Asami realized that Akihito was suffocating. Asami hit the bedside lamp's switch on.

"Akihito."

Asami shook the ice cold body but Akihito didn't respond to him and his breath laboured further. The Yakuza's hands became rougher on Akihito as he sees the boy's face had turned pale and the red lips were turning to blue.

Suddenly, Asami's hand was captured by Akihito's frantic hands and miraculously, Akihito calmed down. To Asami's utter shock, Akihito moved closer to him and as if he was asking to be protected, he snuggled onto his chest.

Asami raised his eyebrow. Was the boy so terrified that he'd rather hug one he despises than enduring his nightmare?

"Sh...Shin. N-nii."

The name was uttered in slur but Asami managed to pick it up and he was determined to dig up everything about the person his Akihito mentioned in his sleep. Shouldn't it be his name that they boy says even in a dream?

"You just wait, Akihito."

In a different place, at the same time...

His face never gave anything away, people couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. Because of that no one ever dared to make him displeased even though he was only a 'dog' to their boss. They knew what he was capable of. His identity before he was brought in by the Russian mafia was unknown and they couldn't care less anyway. For them, they only have to know that his name was Jin and he was dangerous.

The guards in their typical black suits had their eyes glued on Jin as he walked in the hallway. Jin simply ignored them, too used to it already.

He stopped in his track when he arrived in front of the door at the end of the hallway. He knocked and someone from inside ordered him to enter. And enter he did.

"Ah, my Jin! I missed you. Come here, I want to look at you." Mikhail exclaimed happily from his seat behind the desk.

Jin walked to his master and settled at Mikhail's feet in a respectful manner. Mikhail smiled sadistically and tilted up Jin's chin. He loved looking at Jin's face-Jin's eyes to be particular as they always shone in a way that he couldn't understand.

"I've been wanting to see these eyes of yours. They are very, uh, how should I put it, mesmerizing?"

Mikhail's act never succeed in hiding the truth from Jin. Jin knew that Mikhail was not someone who can be trusted and also, to be defied. He knew it more than anyone else.

"Your recent mission was a success. As always. I know I can always depend on you, Jin. Well done. Ah...we both should take a rest for a few days. You need to loosen up those muscles on your face, you know? Your face never changed its expression. At this rate you'll appear to be older than me."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"And your words are also stiff as always. For the millionth time, call me dad or father, or papa. Those titles do apply to me since I brought you up. "

Hmph... Jin mused.

"Hn. Alright! Now go and do something fun to enjoy your break. I don't mind if you take those little b*tches, oh, I can never accept that my little Jin is a man already. One last thing. Never take a step out of this villa."

The last sentence was a warning and Jin comprehended it completely.

"Yes, sir, um, dad." Jin quickly amended when he saw Mikhail was about to open his mouth.

JIn got up on his feet and left the room.

Once he reached his room, he threw himself onto the big bed in the center. He was tired. Too tired, mentally and physically. He didn't get the chance to sleep for the last seventy two hours as he was too busy spilling somebody's blood and planting bullets on heads.

He was half-asleep when he heard the door creaked open. Annoyed, he snatched the dagger hidden on his right ankle and raised it to aim at whomever that disturbed his sleep. He didn't need to open both his eyes to cut that person's artery, one would do. But before he could throw it, the person spoke.

"Hey, take it easy, gorgeous."

Jin shoot off himself to stand when he heard the voice. That voice belonged to Yuri. The dagger was now perfectly positioned to attack in Jin's skillful hand.

"We didn't get too see each other for days and this is how you greet me? That's not nice of you, Jin."

Yuri smirked as his eyes hungrily licked Jin's frame. He had always liked Jin.

"What are you doing here?" JIn's eyes narrowed.

"Isn't it obvious? I wanted to see you."

"I don't want to see you, Yuri. Get the f*ck out of here before I kill you."

"You won't kill me. You love me too much for that."

"Been too much on heroin, Yuri?"

"No. Too much on you."

The sound of Jin gritting his teeth was his reply.

"D*mn. You look so seductive when you're mad. It makes me so hard."

"Last warning. Get. Out."

His warning went ignored by the bulky Russian and Yuri had started to close the gap between them, instead.

That's it! Akihito lunged for Yuri's non-vital points yet would cause the maximum pain if got hit.

He wanted nothing more than kill the perverted Russian. He only held back since Yuri was a rather important person to Mikhail and he didn't want to cause problem for himself.

Yuri was more than six feet tall while Jin was only five feet and seven inches but Yuri would be a fool if he underestimate Jin. He knew how strong and fast Jin was. He watched Jin grew up , after all. Jin swung the sharp metal towards Yuri's stomach but found no purchase as Yuri managed to evade his attacks.

Changing tactics, Jin kicked a hook onto the back of Yuri's left knee and threw a backhand onto Yuri's face at the same time, when Yuri was too confident that he would aim his stomach again, causing Yuri to fall hard on his back.

"Urgh..." Yuri whimpered.

Still raged, Jin took advantage of Yuri's position and stomped on his shin. Another whimper came out from Yuri.

"I would not kill you this time. But next time you step around me in less than five feet, you're dead. Get it?" Jin stepped harder.

"Ow! Okay, okay. I get it."

"Good. Now, get out."

Trying to keep the pride he has left in him after being stepped on, Yuri smiled a lusty smile towards the young assassin. But, the moment he stood straight, he automatically hissed. His shin hurts almost like it was fractured. Jin had a satisfaction looking at the pain he was having.

"This is why I like you, Jin."

"Go f*ck yourself, Yuri."

Yuri chuckled darkly and closed the door.

Finally, Jin could relax. He slumped back onto the bed with the knife still in his grasp. He raised in in front him and studied the sharp point. He had killed many people just with it alone. And he doesn't like it. He always feel his hands were sticky with blood.

Since he was picked up by Mikhail from the street, he did nothing other than learning how to kill and put everything he knew into act. He just want to stop.

He remembers everything about him, who he was and how he got here. Most definitely, he remembers Akihito. His Aki. But he pretended to not remember anything when the Russian asked for he doesn't want another episode of the same thing happen again. He would surely became a hostage if he said he was Takaba Dai's grandson. The last vision of him that he had was Akihito being abnormal under him when the bullet tore its way into his back. He was in so much pain that day.

It was his fault. He shouldn't have convinced Akihito to sneak out of the house. They would still be together in that big house and get everyone insane in their games if he didn't. He missed Akihito.

Well, at least it was him who ended up here and not his twin.

"Have you found out who is Shin?" Asami asked his ever dutiful assistant, Kirishima.

"Yes, sir. Takaba Shin is Takaba-san's twin brother."

Asami's eyebrow arched. Last night, he heard Akihito mentioned Shin and the first thing he did in the next morning was ordering Kirishima to investigate about Shin.

"He passed away fifteen years ago. Both of the twin were kidnapped by Kuroda Shouza and during the exchanging, Takaba Dai's men and Kuroda's fought and opened fire. Takaba Shin was shot before he was taken away by Kuroda's men. They've never found his body."

Kirishima assessed his employer's expression to see if it was okay to and the next information.

"And...I accidentally found something about Takaba-san."

That piqued Asami.

"There was a lot of rumours around the time after the incident that he was treated in a psychiatric hospital. I tried to get ahold on Takaba-san's file but somehow, my access to the file was denied."

"Rumours? Hn. Not really shocking for a kid who was kidnapped and got his twin brother killed. Takaba Dai must have had things set up to prevent anyone from getting that file if Akihito was really a mental patient," Asami paused in contemplation " get that file."

"Yes, sir."

To be continued...