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Here is the final chapter. I don't own the Finder series.

When the BMW finally stopped outside the hospital, Akihito was a bundle of nerves. He was scared and nervous, thinking about Asami's condition and what to say to the man that hurt him so much.

As Kirishima walked inside, Akihito silently followed and they both ceased mid-step when they saw Suoh. The bodyguard was quite tense, but relaxed when he saw them both.

Akihito walked to Suoh. "Is he okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Suoh paused, slightly confused by the state the boy was in. Better yet, why was he gracing such a swollen lip? His gaze trailed back to Kirishima who only shook his head, silently saying 'don't ask'.

Suoh turned to face Akihito. "He's okay. The doctor already saw him. Asami-sama is resting," he informed.

Akihito nodded. "Which room is he in?"

Suoh cleared his throat, "He's not allowed any visi…-"

"I don't care. Which. Room. Is. He. In?" Akihito glared furiously.

Suoh and Kirishima exchanged a glance. "He's in room one."

Akihito didn't wait any longer as he dashed to room one. When he found it, he froze outside the door, unable to move.

The boy breathed deeply, bracing himself before turning the handle and stepping inside. His breath was caught in his throat as his eyes fell on his lover, who was sleeping deeply in the comfort of the hospital bed. The machines continued to beep. Needles and wires stuck out from Asami's hands and the older man's face remained paler than usual.

Akihito stepped forward, tears rolling down his cheek as his heart ached painfully. His eyes trailed the fall and rise of his lover's chest. The boy wiped at his tears, cursing this vulnerable and stupid moment.

His hand reached for Asami. All he could think about was feeling the other man's warmth and seeing those golden orbs burn brighter.

The yakuza groaned in his sleep as thoughts of Akihito ache his heart. Even in my dreams Akihito haunts me.

"Akihito….d-don't g-go," Asami unconsciously whispered.

Akihito froze, denial building up inside his head. Did my ears deceive me? He was confused and blinked. He was slightly muddled, but decided to test his theory.

"A-Asami," Akihito squeaked hopefully.

Asami's eyes opened in a flash. There it was, Akihito's voice, surely he was dreaming. He held his breath and slowly lifted his head.

He held back a gasp, but stared wide-eyed. It wasn't a dream. Akihito was standing there, his whole form trembling as tears rolled down his cheek. The boy was a fragile mess.

Akihito's eyes widened before he ran to Asami's side, engulfing him in a tight hug. Asami froze, unable to get his hopes up. He frowned when Akihito tensed and wrapped his arms around his lover tightly before thinking about it any further.

Asami buried his head in the crook of Akihito's neck, just feeling his warmth. After all, it seemed like a dream to the yakuza. He inhaled and the other's sweet scent only made it more real. Akihito cried in relief as sobs shook from his body. He exhaled Asami's scent and buried himself deeper, wanting to fit himself perfectly with the yakuza's muscled and toned body.

~o0o~

Silence dragged on in the quiet hospital room as Asami and Akihito remained in an embrace. The yakuza cleared his throat, hastily pulling away from the boy who captured his heart. Not that Asami was willing to admit it.

"Akihito, what are you doing here?" Asami questioned in a hoarse voice.

Akihito stepped back and started to pace the room. He stopped and then looked at Asami before continuing his pacing.

The yakuza remained confused, still waiting for a comprehensible answer.

"I don't know... " Akihito finally answered, his face a mix of confusion.

"I shouldn't have come…" Akihito said before heading for the door.

Asami froze and then suddenly panicked. The yakuza was ready to blame the after effects of the medication he had taken. But then realized that he didn't want this boy to walk out of his life. It just wouldn't be the same.

"Akihito, wait," Asami pleaded.

Akihito paused before turning around to face the man he desperately wanted to love, but the same man had hurt him.

"I shouldn't have hit you. I…I am sorry." Asami breathed as he locked eyes with his lover.

Akihito chose not to crumble at the sincerity of Asami's words, which meant more to him than he could express.

"You're sorry?" Akihito repeated in disbelief.

Asami narrowed his eyes, "Do not mock me, Akihito. Just because I apologized didn't make it hard to believe."

Akihito folded his arms. "I'm sorry, Asami, but when a yakuza apologizes, it's like the end of the world," he chuckles humorlessly.

"Why are you apologizing? It doesn't change anything between us. I trusted you and you betrayed that trust when you laid a hand on me," Akihito growled angrily.

Asami clenched his fists, "I trusted you too, Akihito. Do you think that I let my previous lovers get away with half the things you do? So when I caught you with that low life, I felt betrayed."

Akihito's eyes widened and sudden warmth enveloped his chest. He stepped forward and away from the door.

"I didn't kiss him back. It was a set up. I did nothing," Akihito argued as a lone tear escaped from his eye.

Asami sighed heavily, "I know."

The yakuza looked down in shame. Akihito shook his head before walking towards his lover. The boy crawled onto the bed and straddled his lover.

Akihito tilted Asami's chin, making the man look his way. "Do you want me to stay in your life or walk out of it?" he asked in a serious tone.

Asami suddenly felt numb and couldn't bring himself to open his mouth and speak. Instead, he moved his hand to caress his lover's cheek. Akihito watched Asami, mesmerized at the gentlest touches he was receiving from his ruthless lover.

The yakuza leaned in and pressed his lips against his lover's most heatedly. The kiss was very possessive, demanding, and enthralling. Somehow, this was more than an answer for Akihito.

Akihito moaned into the kiss as Asami lied down onto the bed with Akihito now hovering over him. His hands roamed Akihito's bum cheeks, giving them a light squeeze which granted Asami entrance to his lover's mouth when the boy gasped in surprise.

The yakuza plunged his tongue into Akihito's mouth, exploring the hot cavern he loved so much. His hands moved to Akihito's side, earning a moan from the younger man.

Asami stopped and reluctantly let go, not wanting to rush anything, especially inside a hospital.

He paused as his fingers trailed Akihito's swollen lip, his eyes filled with sorrow and remorse.

Asami kissed Akihito's cut lip before pulling the boy to lay with him on the hospital bed. Akihito rested his head on Asami's chest and listened to Asami's heartbeat. He snuggled closer to him, desperate to feel his warmth just like the one inside his own heart.

The yakuza reacheed in his pocket, desperate for a cigarette to rid him of the stress that had built up since he could last remember.

Akihito turned his head before narrowing his eyes. He pulled the cigarette away from Asami's reach. "No smoking," he growled.

The yakuza chuckled as he raised his eye-brows questioningly. "It's not good for your health," Akihito elaborated.

Asami frowned like a petulant child. "Neither are you," he mumbled.

Akihito closed his eyes for a much-needed sleep. "I heard that," he grumbled.

The yakuza chuckled before placing a warm loving kiss on his lover's head.

{The End}