Akihito backed away into the wall. His hands fell to his side as Asami's intense gaze bore right into his.

"Asa-"

"Don't!" Asami snarled, raising his hand to quite his lover.

Akihito shook his head furiously before making a run for it. He had to leave right now before the Yakuza really laid into him. He would not get blamed for something he did NOT do or have any control over. Asami just came in at the wrong time.

A hand grabbed him harshly and he found himself thrown onto the floor. Akihito looked up and trembled at the look Asami was sending him. The cold, icy glare his lover confronted him with was making him want to hurl.

Akihito frowned before looking away. Asami clenched his fists angrily. The boy wasn't even looking at him. The fucking nerve of the brat.

He stomped forward and yanked Akihito by his shirt. Asami narrowed his eyes, his anger exploding.

"You. Betrayed. Me," Asami growled and before Akihito could blink, he was nursing a bleeding lip and lying on the floor.

Akihito immediately looked up at his lover as his fingers trailed his lips and then winced. Tears sprung to his eyes as Akihito shuffled back away from his lover.

Asami stood frozen, his hand still in mid-air as his eyes fell on the trembling form of his lover. His face morphed into a frown as he felt a tight clench in his chest. His guilt eating away at him as Akihito cowered away from him, clearly frightened.

The Yakuza exhaled a deep breath "Akihito…"

Akihito licked his swollen lip, feeling the blood as it dripped into his mouth. He looked down, his whole body shaking from the unexpected force that sent him reeling to the floor.

"You. Hit. Me," Akihito whispered in disbelief.

The words finally sunk in and Akihito finally looked up. His eyes filled with anger and hate as he spoke.

"YOU HIT ME," Akihito yelled as he finally understood the depth of the words and how they fit impeccably with Asami's actions.

Akihito shakily stood up and glared at Asami who could only stare motionless. He didn't have an excuse for what he did, only that Akihito has betrayed him.

"You should have let me explain, but now I have no reason to. You just showed me that YOU are a cold-hearted bastard that only ever cares about his Yakuza image," Akihito sneered coldly as he walked past his lover and to the door.

Asami placed his hand against the door, stopping Akihito from walking out of his life. He should say sorry, make it up to him, but instead, his next words betrayed all hope of that.

"You betrayed me," Asami accused for the second time.

Akihito blinked, his ears were surely deceiving him. Surely, he was owed an apology or at least something, and not being accused over and over again. Fuck he cussed.

"NO!" Akihito growled as his eyes locked with Asami's.

Asami's eyes widened at the sincerity in his lover's eyes. The boy was telling the truth, but as he was about to speak, Akihito beat him to it.

"Finally, you see the truth!" Akihito mocked with a heartless laugh. "Too bad. It's too fucking late!" the boy sneered.

Asami blinked, feeling an unexpected lump in his throat. Akihito glared in his direction and Asami unconsciously let his arm fall away, allowing Akihito his chance to escape.

SHIT!

The yakuza reeled in shock at his actions. 'What have I done?'