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Akihito closed his eyes and listened as a deep voice said above him, "Akihito, you are blind." It was not really a question that came out of Asami's mouth, more of a declaration that Akihito's secret was out and there was no way to take it all back.

The boy cringed and kept his head lowered, trying to make sure that Asami did not burn his face with a penatrating gaze that Akihito could almost feel on him. Before either men could speak farther Akihito could hear his mother patter over to the entry closet and pull out an object that was horribly familiar to him.

"Here, Aki. I still have a few in the house." Anger flooded Akihito as a blind cane was pushed into his hands by his mother. The familiar feel almost made him want to break the offending object over his knee. However he still felt uneasy with his silent lover that held his waist. This uneasiness allowed Akihito to just walk past his mother with a huff and stomping feet, "I don't need the damn thing. Leave me alone woman."

As he stormed inside of a house that he swore he would never enter again Akihito could hear a frantic voice shout from behind him, "Aki be careful. I have moved things around, you could fall." Just as the words passed her lips Akihito smashed his foot on the edge of a coffee table in the living room he had naturally gravitated to. Howling in pain, Akihito turned quickly on one foot and landed with a soft flump on the couch that had not moved one inch since he had left. As Akihito nursed his throbbing foot he heard his mother, Asami, Kirishima, and Suoh walk into the living room. Akihito muttered to the room at large in a low voice that everyone could barely hear, "You moved the table."

Of course saying this set off a whole nother round of mommy birding where Akihito's mother would not allow Akihito to breathe as she fluttered about to try and fix the whole room and tell him where everything was. Annoyance entered Akihito's posture but he tried to not show it very much, he knew his mother meant well but he just wanted people to treat him normally, was that too much to ask?

Making sure to sit as close to the edge of the couch as was possible, Akihito could hear footsteps approach the couch he sat on and Asami's weight suddenly joined him on his perch. For once in Akihito's life he clutched the cane, that was still held in his hand, to his chest defensively. Deciding quickly to try and take the offensive, Akihito turned his head to face Asami, "What are you looking at, you bastard." Akihito knew that his attitude was not helping the situation but he could not help himself. He wanted to make sure that Asami knew he would not act different just because the secret was out. He may be blind but he was not someone to take bull shit lying down.

Kirishima and Suoh stood behind the couch, flanking Asami no doubt, as Akihito's mother sat down on the overstuffed arm chair adjacent to the couch that he and Asami sat on. She spoke loudly and in a mothering voice that Akihito knew all too well, "Asami-san I hope you have been taking care of my son. He does have a horrible habit of getting himself lost and injured."

Anger flared up again, "I-" Asami quickly interrupted his lover's angry outburst, "Of course Takaba-san. Akihito is well taken care of."

The bastard was apparently going to pretend that he knew of Akihito's little secret the whole time. Akihito narrowed his unseeing eyes toward his lover, trying to warn the older man that he was going to get an earful when they were alone.

"Thank you Asami-san. I feel a lot better about Aki being in Tokyo with you looking out for him. And call me Yukiyo please. Takaba-san is my father in-law."

A small smirk formed on Asami's lips, Akihito could feel a disturbance in the very air around him. The perverted yakuza needed to have his ego taken down about a thousand notches because he seemed to be filling the house. As Akihito smiled at his thoughts he heard familiar steps coming down the hallway. Akihito turned his head to hear his father walk into the living room, "Son, your finally home. Is your photography doing well?" A smile made its way to his face as his father's smell coiled around him like a warm blanket. His father loved and respect him, he allowed Akihito to be a normal child and to do what he wanted.

As Akihito grew into his teen years he wanted to explore and visit more of the world then the backyard of his house where his mother home schooled him. A deep depression sent Akihito's world spiraling into an almost oblivion. The house that used to be considered safe in his mind suddenly changed into a prison and his caring mother a warden. Yukiyo never let him go outside by himself and he had to use a blind cane at all times, even in the house that he had long since memorized. Soon he refused to eat at all and stayed in his room, wanting to be away from his mother. Finally his father had enough, he walked up there with a bag and did not even bother knocking, knowing that his son had heard him approach.

There Akihito sat, on his bed, looking completely depressed and too skinny to be healthy. He walked over and sat down next to his son. He placed the bag he had brought with him on the boy's lap gently. Neither of them spoke as Akihito opened the bag to feel the object within. Akihito smiled thinly and said, "Your old camera."

He shook his head gently and grabbed the boy's wrist, "No, Akihito, its your new camera." Akihito whipped his head up in shock but his father continued before the boy could interupt, "I want you to go out into the world, I want you to experience everything the world has to offer and take photographs. No you will never be able to see what you have taken but other people will be able to see your world for what it is. I want you to take pictures of smells and sounds that seem like something that should be kept forever. Show people what you see."

That camera saved the boys life. Since then Akihito broke out of the house as often as he could, yes he got lost in his hometown just as often but soon he came to memorize every nook and cranny of the place that he could now call home. He took pictures everywhere and he was rarely seen without the old, beat up camera his father had given him.

One day a professional photographer came to the house and told his mother that her son had vision behind his viewfinder. Imagine his shock when she told him her only son was blind.

Coming back to the present, Akihito nodded in his father's direction, "Very well, no one can beat me when I'm behind my viewfinder."

A hand snaked itself around Akihito's waist and Akihito almost leaned into his lover's embrace but he resisted the urge. Without moving his head at all, Akihito spoke with his father about the latest stakeouts. Asami did not do anything but hold his lovers waist. The prideful yakuza refused to allow his lover to get away, no matter what the cheeky brat thought, he belonged to Asami completely.

Pieces that had seemed so strange over the last three years began to fit in the most horrifying ways. The nights that Akihito would come back to the penthouse covered in mud and dirt and all the brat would say was that he got lost. Or the times when it seemed that the younger man actually navigated the penthouse better in the dark of the night. Or why the blindfolds that Asami had used on him over the years did not seem to frighten him at all. Why Akihito would cut himself on knives more often then not. So many things now made sense that Asami wondered how he did not see it before. Akihito being blind was the only thing that made all those things connect.

Kirishima bowed slightly, getting Asami's attention just in time for Yukiyo to announce to the room at large, "Dinner is ready." The woman then grabbed Akihito's hand while saying in a soft tone, "Come on Aki, the dinning room is this way." Akihito's anger flared again and he yanked out of her grasp, "I know where it is god damn it." He stormed by her toward where he could smell food.

A chuckle emanated from Asami, he loved the fire he could see in Akihito's unseeing eyes. Akihito's father sighed loudly, "Leave him alone, Yukiyo. He can take care of himself." The man walked past his wife to join his only son in the dinning room. By the time Asami and his men followed them, Akihito and his father were eating from their own plates like they had not eaten in thirty days.

No one spoke as Asami sat down next to Akihito with Kirishima and Suoh, after being prompted by Yukiyo, sat down next to and across from Asami. Once Asami actually ate something he came to realize that the food, while it was good, was not as good as Akihito's was once the brat actually cooked something. A shout came from the end of the table, "Aki thats a knife!"

The boy jumped and yanked his hand back quickly. After the initial shock wore off Akihito once again looked livid, "Don't scare me like that. I knew it was there Mom. I don't need your help." Akihito picked up the knife quickly and with percission and continued eating his dinner, silently. The rest of the dinner was spent almost completely silently. Yukiyo tried to get Akihito to talk with her but after a few short responses she seemed to have given up and just ate her meal in silence.

After the meal Akihito made it very clear he did not want to stay any longer. With only a nod for his father, Akihito turned and walked out to the limo, he opened the door, got in swiftly and slammed the door shut. Asami could do little but laugh at his lovers display of energy. Earliar that morning he had left his lover alone because he thought that Akihito would be exhausted from yesterday's rounds but apparently there was no need. Thinking of all the things he would do with his energetic kitten later, Asami heard a voice from behind him, "Asami."

Turning, Asami saw Akihito's father standing in the door way. The man continued to speak once he saw that he had Asami's attention, "From your reaction today I would guess that Aki did not tell you he was blind." Asami raised his eyebrow at this statement, he thought he had guarded his expression quite well but the man must have been very observant in order to see it despite Asami's best efforts.

The man continued, "My son is very independent and hates when people try to help him. He wants everyone to treat him like he is like everyone else. He craves freedom more than anything. I beg of you to look after him though, Tokyo is a big place and I worry for him sometimes. Take care of my son for me, Asami-san." Without waiting for an answer the man turned and shut the front door, leaving Asami, Kirishima and Suoh on the front porch.

Asami turned and walked to the limo. He got in gracefully and sat right next to his still fuming lover. Akihito sat with his arms crossed, pouting like a child. Asami leaned toward Akihito and kissed him gently on the lips. Akihito responded almost immediately, attempting to pull Asami closer to him but Asami pulled away. "We have much to discuss, Akihito."

Akihito sighed, here we go.

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