HELLO ALL! I'm here again, with another Finder Fic! Ah, the joys of fanfiction.

Here's a brief and(very) lame overview:

So basically it is set around Takaba at 17 years of age (but please don't get put off by this, it's not like what you may be thinking). He lives in a really bad part of Tokyo and life isn't great on many levels- on the outside, he's the typical rebellious teenage, but on the inside... well you will find out when you read it (not going to go into much detail or I'll ruin the story for ya). For those who know 'To cut all ties with you', my other (still continuing) fanfic, you may notice that I have used some small details from that one, but only for a few minor bits of Takabas life. So in short, it is viewfinder, but set earlier and where the characters have entirely different problems to deal with etc. (Appologies for my horrid excuse of an overview, i fail so bad at them). haha

Disclaimer: The finder series belongs entirely to Ayano Yamane, I am just borrowing some characters etc. :)

Rimah xx

"That's it. I've had enough" Mr Rush came barging into the teachers' lounge, fuming. "He smokes in the court yard, chews gum in class, he never wears his uniform, he doesn't: listen, doesn't do his homework, doesn't bother with his assignments and purposely fails exams. He talks, yells, swears and back chats in class- the whole bloody lot. He has absolutely no tiny morsel of respect for me, and I've had enough of it… I don't give a shit about what his life has been like, it's not important, I don't want him in my class." He finished abruptly, a heated scowl shadowing his features.

The sweat was pouring from above his brows and small threads of spit were hanging from his mouth, left behind after his manic fluster. By now, all eyes in the room were focused on him, all coated with understanding and sympathy for the man. He was obviously at the end of his tolerance for such crude yet common misbehavior Although the man was only 47 at most, he looked to be decades older, it was surly due to the after-effects of the stress of such an unrewarding career path. One which, now he truly regretted ever sporting interest in. His overweight body flopped down onto the bulky, worn out couch; a huge angry huff could be heard from him as the seat groaned beneath him, straining from the sudden pressure.

It was 3pm when the schools' loudspeaker finally decided to turn the announcements; "Takaba Akihito, your presence has been requested at the principal's office immediately". Short and prompt, but it got the message through perfectly.

Takaba chuckled as he heard this, turning toward his best friend, Kou, he swallowed his humor when he found the other boy shaking his head in mock disbelief and murmuring "Idiot, that's the second time this week…". Takaba was sure that nobody had ever actually managed this before. Most would have been far too scared to seriously misbehave enough to earn formal discipline, more than once in one week. Bu he found it to be a respectable, personal achievement of his. They both couldn't help the onslaught of laughter at anticipating how the principle would attempt to drill the boy this time.

"Hmm" he mocked, "I bet you fifty yen that I can get outta here without being caught" he smiled mischievously. But his fun was short lived when Kou shook his head, a stern look crossing his features.

"Don't be an idiot, we both know what happened the last time you tried that one, I'm willing to bet you actually aren't ready to be scarifying that much again … not just to get out of being drilled by the stupid old fart." He eyed Takaba who was obviously contemplating this fact, and watched as the boy shrugged after about two minutes of thought, and turned away. Offering a small wave behind him, Akihito unceremoniously exited the balcony where they had just spent the last hour hanging out and smoking, instead of attending class. Kou watched the back of his best friend, until he had fully disappeared into the gloom of the building inside, sighing with anticipation of the events that would surely unfold for his poor friend.

"'Sup Mr. G" Takaba sang as he barged into the head masters private office without even bothering to knock. "So…" He questioned with a devilish look in his eyes, "How can I help ya?". He hated to be back in the same situation as two days ago, but he put on an expressive and brave front as he plonked himself down in the plush chair, facing the pissed-off man in front of him with a mockingly-placid face. Hearing a small grunt of displeasure, he turned his attention toward the old man's secretary, smirking upon noting the man's obvious displeasure at his seemingly rude behavior.

"Takaba Akihito… I can't believe that I'm having to call you back in here after only three days. This is not good practice, you realise. Though it may seem 'cool' at the moment, while you're still only seventeen and in your prime, you will regret your behavior in time to come." He paused for a practiced moment to let the words 'sink' in. "Now Mr. Takaba… would you like to try and give me your reasoning for recent display of absolutely disgraceful behavior and perhaps even try greasing me up with an apology?" He paused again and when Akihito snorted and gave him a look as though he thought he were an idiot, he shook his head and continued. "Thought not, very well I guess I will just go ahead and lay out the punishment" Yes, this man was efficient. He spoke calmly and with a practiced voice, not showing any anger or frustration as the other teachers did. He was about in his sixties and he looked it too, but old age hadn't changed him into a kind heated, carrying person as most other normal human beings.

"Just hold up a minute" Akihito butted in, before the man could continue. "I don't even know what I did?" he asked, feigning innocent. The older man weigh this for a moment before replying with chilling casualty.

"As a start, you have been purposely tormenting your teachers, Mr. Rush in particular, and this is not acceptable. You have been misbehaving during class time, wearing the incorrect uniform, completely going against the school rules and smoking on the schools grounds. To top it off, I have just received word that you have skipped the last two periods of class; that is completely unacceptable Takaba."

"Now to issue the punishments; you will receive a full week of detention where you will come in and on top of that, two of those days will be spent in public service of my choice, however just to be fair, I will allow you to choose those days. Now now, don't be leaving just yet, I think you'll find I'm not quite finished. It has come to my attention that the reasoning you have been giving the staff regarding your distinct neglect to follow rules and wear your uniform properly, is that you have come to misplace it… I find that rather unpleasant to hear, and though on usual circumstances I would ask you to buy a new one, on this occasion and considering the circumstances, I will supply you with three, myself. Which, I will be expecting you to wear when you come back to school on the 28th, no excuses." At this Takaba palled, pissed that the man had even had the nerve to take pity on him. But he didn't have a chance to offer a snide remark, before the older man bluntly continued. "These I will be supplying you with immediately, and I ask that you take them now and go change immediately, in the bathroom." He held out a bag, holding inside three neatly pressed school uniforms of the right size for Takaba and gesturing toward the closed bath room door.

Not wanting a fight, which would no doubt end him with further suspension, if not detention, he angrily grabbed the bag from the man's outstretched hands, stood up abruptly from his chair and in doing so, causing it to topple over and clash to the ground and stormed off in the direction of the headmasters private bathroom. When he got there, he let the door slam behind him and felt the satisfying bang and rattle as it settled back into place. Turning into the bathroom, immediately he spotted the full length mirror that covered half of the far wall, all the way from the roof to the marble-tiled floor.

He stared at the figure portrayed there and the monstrosity it had become over the years; The long and unkempt, bleached blond, hair that splayed this way and that, the ripped and dirted jeans that completely went against the uniform code and the dark grey hoodie that also followed suit. The smaller than average-however not too small, figure that looked rather mangy with the obvious malnutrition and neglect he showed. He sighed, knowing that if he had had a choice, he would have been wearing his own uniform but due to other circumstances that hurt far too much to think about, he had found it necessary for his current attire. He stripped in seconds and closed his eyes when he came upon the sight that was displayed, clear as day in the reflective image. The huge, dark red and brown bruises that covered what seemed to be every inch of bare skin, bellow his neck. The stark white bandaging that covered around his rib cage and the full expanse of his left arm, the multiple cuts and knife wounds that made a violent, painful shiver run through him in remembrance of how he managed to attain them.

Quickly, he took one of the uniforms and put it on, the starchy cotton was uncomfortable compared to his previous attire, but it made him feel good anyway. He liked how having them made him feel wanted, like somebody cared enough to actually sufficiently bat an eye and notice that he was without, knowing that people wanted him to look good like all the other rich and fancy kids in his school. He ignored the fact that the bandaging on his arm was completely visible and that his shirt puffed a little due to what was underneath, he ignored the countless bruises, cuts and other things that were now visible for the world to see. He shrugged off the uncertainty and disgrace they made him feel, telling himself that nobody would be looking close enough to notice.

But he could not have been more wrong.

"Well, thanks a bunch Mr. G" He attempted to shuffle past the secretary and principle and head straight for the door, upon exiting the bathroom. In his good hand he held the bag of clothing and on his back hung his old and smelly Chrysler back pack that he had nicked at the park some five or so years ago. He was almost at the door when the multiple gasps and unceremonious expressions began.

As much as they had been expecting something wrong, nothing would have prepared them for what they saw as the teenager attempted to slip past them. Immediately, the looked at one another with horrified expressions filled with pity and, more importantly, confusion.

"Takaba, hold it." Takaba froze, his fingers just scraping against the door handle, he turned around and put on an annoyed expression as if he had no idea as to the reason behind their idle.

Immediately regretting his choice to make the boy change, Headmaster Gurombai quickly made to cover up his initial shock "I will be expecting you to show up here for public services twice between tomorrow and next Sunday, take this and have your mother sign it, you can give it back to me when I see you next, do not even think to skip or the punishment will not be enjoyable." As much as he felt sorry for the boy, he had to drill it in, he handed the teen the slip of paper outlining his suspension details that he had filled out while the boy was changing.

Now Takaba was pissed, he grabbed the letter, shoved it in his pack and turned abruptly to leave. He knew his mother would never sign that, she didn't care if he got expelled even, let alone suspended for a week, why on earth would she ever sign such a useless slip. He stormed toward the door, his thoughts of embarrassment swirling out of control as he reached for the door handle a second time. However, this time, before he could even grab hold, the handle was turned from the other side and the door abruptly pushed open, going smack straight into his face.

He let out a whine, immediately sending his free hand up to cup his poor face, he heard a gasp from behind him and looked up angrily at the idiot who had just barged in without knocking, ultimately smashing his face.

But he simply was not ready for what he was met with next, as he stepped back abruptly, murmuring numerous curses under his breath, his eyes met with an unfazed, amber, almost golden stare that melted him and gave him shivers instantly, all at the same tine, he held back another gasp as his censored list of profanities came to an abrupt halt.

But the moment with the new comer didn't last long, immediately he broke his stare and continued forward, pushing past the now smirking bastard that stood in his way and that took up almost the entire door way with his broad shoulders and equally, if not larger, ego. Before he could say anything to the dick that blocked his path, the headmaster interrupted in a creepy, almost welcoming tone.

"Ah Mr. Asami, please come in, what a pleasure." Takaba smirked at this, telling himself that he would be sure to tell the others at school of how the 'almighty' God of a headmaster was actually a big fat suck up. As the man obviously named Asami, made as if to come inside, Takaba shot him a deadly glare, but keeping his mouth shut as he watched the startling man make his way into the nicely refurbished office.

"Dick" he whispered, and scoffed when the man turned instantly in his direction, flinching he noted the deadly intent coming from the recently insulted man and instantly made a skittish escape out the door before any further exchange could be made.

Making his way down the corridors and insanely narrow halls, he finally came to his lock were he retrieved all the things that he would need for his week off, all the changes of clothes, dressings and bandages that had collected over the time and all the various other knickknacks that might come in handy. He then made a quick stop at the bathrooms, changed back into his old clothes and left the school. It was four o'clock, he had missed his bus by ages knew he would probably miss the next one also. He figured he'd just walk to the train station, nobody would be at home until at least ten that night and so he had no need to rush.

Half way through his lengthy walk, to his dismay, it began to rain. The shower pelted down with unforgivable strength and from the looks of things, it wasn't likely to give up any time soon. He decided to stop after about two minutes, when he strolled into the small diner at the corner of a long line of streets he often frequented for leisure. His clothes were drenched and he knew he probably looked something like a homeless, scrawny mutt but he braved it anyway and entered the quaint little place. However nobody even batted an eye when he took a seat at the far end table, ordering his usual beef pie and coke as he did so. He liked the place because it was cheap and affordable; the food wasn't that bad and they had it out on a plate for you in good time.

When the meal came, three minutes later, he immediately set about devouring it, it was meaty and oily, and the pastry was a little stale, but he enjoyed it all that same, knowing that it was far better than he got at home. After finishing the last crumb on the plate he went and paid for it. The rain still let up, it continued to pelt down on the street outside but a quick check at the time proved that he had no time to be picky. It was seven thirty and f his mother decided to come home early that day, he knew he'd be dead so he picked up his belongings and left immediately.

The cold made him shiver, his hands were frozen to the bone and his whole body was numb by the time he finally arrived home, he entered silently not daring to make a sound. He tip toed around, checking the three tiny rooms inside the dismal apartment where he had live for most of his life. Knowing there would probably be no warm water for his shower, he took a quick two minute shower under the tepid water in his revolting bathroom. There was mold in all noticeable cracks, the stench was enough to leave him gagging while he quickly towel died.

Walking to his room, he ignored the trail of water tracks that were left behind for they were barely noticeable beneath the numerous piles of discarded clothing, old beer cans and take-out cartons. He rummaged around inside his draws, looking for some decent clothes to wear as everything in his bag had become drenched from the rain. Picking out a small crop top and grey track pants that were far too big for him, he quickly shoved them on before going to the TV. It was a tiny, crackly piece of shit which only had about four working channels at any one time, but it was better than nothing and he knew it. He flipped through, finding a good talk show on and settled down on the wooden ground to watch it. In front of him he placed the half drenched paper slip which his mother was meant to sign, he practiced on his arm a few times before grabbing a half decent pen and scribbling what he remembered his mothers' signature to look like. "Perfect" he murmured, giving a little laugh when he noticed how the pen had already begun to run. Hiding it in his pocket, he focused all of his attention on the image of the overweight man, telling a stupid joke for the camera.

It was around midnight when he was startled awake at the sound of the door slamming closed. He immediately turned off the TV, regretting that he hadn't gone to bed earlier. He heard the sounds from the doorway, loud and clear, quickly feeling his regret rising.

"Hah… ha, no… Stop, haha, you'll wake the brat, be carefu… hurgh…" Feeling like he wanted to throw up, he quickly got on all fours and crawled in the direction of his bedroom. With all lights out, he had to move excruciatingly slow, so as not to hit any of the floors accumulated waste. Another man, he couldn't stop the hatred for his mother, from springing to life. It was as though she had no morals at all, every day she would come home with a different man, clinging to him as though he were a life line. She'd purposely scream and yell during their coupling in order to keep the boy awake, but he never would know whether she knew just how much it scarred him, every single time she did such a cruel thing.

On certain nights, he had even been kept up for the whole time without a wink of sleep, and the next morning his mother would wake him up with her yelling and punitive curses at the man who ad apparently disappeared over night. Then he would be left with her, she would beat him or even lock him in his room for days on end, giving him nothing until he was close to starvation or water deprivation, when she would finally open the door. She was cruel and sick, but he couldn't do anything in his own defense for she was his mother, she was absolutely the only person in the world that he could call family and even if he did not love her, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

On many occasions she would go so far as to lock him out of the house screaming , "You're not my child, why would I let you in here, you stupid brat, go on, go leave me all alone just like your runt of a father. I hate you, now " It didn't affect him so much as he began to get older, but when he was still only ten and eleven years of age, still a good boy looking for his mothers' recognition and love, it had hurt more than words could describe.

He sat in bed that night, sporting earphones permanently attached to his mini radio playing a random old song that was blasting its tune into his ears, he attempted to erase the sounds floating between the paper-thin walls, from his mothers' room next door. He lay down on his back and thought about something else, like school that day and how he had been able to simply relax with his Kou and chill, something that he rarely was able to achieve in his disturbing lifestyle. He thought of his 'interesting' visit to the principles' office and how they had definitely not been expecting what they saw. Then about his confrontation with the man and how his nose still hurt from the blow. What a strange interaction, he thought, as soon as the man steeped into the room, the atmosphere completely changed, all eyes had immediately gone off himself and toward the new comer.

Takabahimself had been completely unable to break his stare from the man, whose eyes seemed to bore on his very sole, he felt as though all his troubles to conceal his own personal problems had completely gone to waste in that moment when his eyes made contact with the oppositions'. It made him shudder to think back to the moment, he had never had an experience like that before in his life.

He had felt so tiny compared to the man. He knew he was short but it wasn't like he was anorexic or anything, in fact he was pretty sure that it was simply genes; as his mother also had a relatively short and lean body, but the way that the mans' perfect and muscly body had just about doubled his own, was rather depressing.

He was positive that he never wanted to see the man again.

Ok, so that is the (bloody long) first chapter in my new fanfic. For those of you who know me from "To cut all ties with you", you can see that I love the series SO much, haha and so I hope you like this as much as you apparently like that one. Also, sorry for any spelling errors, i did read it over multiple times, but it's quite long so i may have missed a few :D

Please give me your feed back and confusions/ideas and i'll be sure to reply if I bring out the next chapter. It all depends on what you guys think etc. Anyway, please review! Rimah xx 3