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I'm Done by HiguraSHi18990
Anime » Finder Series Rated: T, English, Drama & Romance, Words: 5k+, Favs: 48, Follows: 92, Published: Jul 12, 2013 Updated: Apr 18, 2014
38 Chapter 1: Realizations
Hey people, I'm here. I'm really excited for this month. I'm going on a few field trips (one being for marching band) and Ive gotten new ideas for stories I will write in the future. Im most likely am going to update another two stories tomorrow, so look out for those. Another thing I want to mention is that I will start rewriting I'm Done and A Hunter's Love because I got a few emails on new followers for those and it made me want to make those stories better. Though, after these updates you guys might not be seeing me in a while. State testing is starting in two weeks and I need to do good if I want to continue to be in Honors next year. Also, because I will be participating in a couple of art and literature competitions. I may not be the best writer, but I can sure draw decently (oh that reminds me, have any suggestions for drawings of my fics you want to see? PM or leave a review. Im thinking of drawing Akihito with the Bearer birth mark in my story Cinderfinder, but that's up to you guys). Well, Ive said what was needed to be said. Hope you enjoy this rewritten chapter.

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of what is called Your My Loveprize In Viewfinder. I only own somewhat of the plot, since it starts off in a part the manga did, blah blah, you get me.

Warning: spelling mistakes, OOC, future smex, and so on.

Chapter 1: Realizations

The night, like any other night in Japan. Both sides of the streets were packed with people, groups of different social classes walked side-by-side, walking home from a long day of work. Those who could afford, or lived to far from their individual jobs and did not bother using the cramped public transportation methods, traveled by motor vehicles. The cars moved fast (the roads always were a bit crazy to drive on) making it near impossible for those inside to see the staggering figure on the sidewalk. Those on the ground looked straight ahead, minding their own business. However, never stopping themselves from glancing at the broken and bloody boy wobbling down to an unknown location. Dragging his motorbike along, he ignored all the stares.

"Even if you come home tonight, dinner won't be waiting for you…" Takaba Akihito thought as he walked along the sidewalk. The 23 year old looked down at his favorite, and first, camera, a Nikon given to him by his late father. How stupid had he been? If he had not been distracted and focused on his surroundings then he wouldn't be in the condition he was in at the moment. But, if he had gotten away then he wouldn't have been able to realize his stupidity. After the talk with Sudou at club Dracaena he finally decided. Takaba has made up his mind to listen to the nagging voice in his head, like he should have years ago, promising himself never to go back to Asami.

He no longer would be treated as a house pet, fucked at any given time just waiting to be thrown away. However, that feeling he still cound not point out made his chest hurt every time he thought of never seeing the old yakuza ever again. Akihito shook his head in an attempt to rid his head of the man's face. He had to stop, it was over… Maybe he could sneak into the bastard's penthouse to get his things. Ha, he didn't even know where he was going to stay tonight!

Seeing a small park in the distance Akihito made his way towards it. As he stumbled further into the empty area he found a worm wooden bench a few feet away from a beautiful lake, the moonlight creating a shimmer affect. Even in the mist of current emotional events, his photographer instincts immediately caused him to take a few pictures. Satisfied, he sat down on the bench, wincing at the pain all over his body. He had no idea how long he was sitting there, starring off into nothing. Finally, deciding he needed to at least find a place to stay, he took out his phone, thankful that it didn't die out yet. Pushing the speed dial #4, he put the phone to his ear, three rings later a voice he had not heard for far to long, finally picked up.

"Hello?" came a sleepy voice.

"Hey," Akihito swallowed nervously, "c-can I come over?"

Asami Ryuichi walked through the front door of his penthouse. The space was eerily quiet, something was wrong, he could all but feel it. He shrugged it off, it had been a long day and all he wanted to do was bug his kitten. A smirk made its way to his face at the thought of his pet. In reality, Akihito was very much more than any of his past play things, if he were to be completely honest with himself. But, he couldn't help it! The boy was so wild, loud, energetic, then he could be shy, gentle, sweet, caring, then out of nowhere fierce. If he didn't know better he would have assumed his lover was a mutated offspring of some random cat couple, instead of a kitten, Akihito came out. However, he was a well-educated man, more so a rational thinker, so that idea was put away for good. Though, he did enjoy the mental images of a small, cute Akihito, naked with cat ears, a tail, and paws.

Asami placed his briefcase on the leather couch, then headed into the kitchen. A confused look took over his normally emotionless face. The kitchen was spotless, not a dish out of place. Akihito was supposed to be home by now. The kitchen also didn't have the wonderful stench of a home cooked meal. Akihito always had dinner prepared for him. That was the first sign of trouble, and later on Asami will blame himself for not taking immediate action to prevent it.

Making a decision, Asami pulled out his phone and dialed #3, his first two being Kirishima and Suoh. Putting the small device to his ear, all he could hear was a half beep, then the voicemail message came up. Asami hung up, starring at his phone for a bit. Akihito never turned off his cellphone. Something was definitely wrong.

"….Akihito?"

"Where the hell is he?" mumbled a distressed Kou who was pacing in the living room of Takato's apartment, along with the said man. He had gotten a call in the middle of the night. When he answered he was met with a frantic Takato and just barely made out his words. Apparently, Akihito had called him asking to come over. Normally the two would have been happy to hear from their childhood friend, being as how he had become a bit distant these past few years, only calling a few time or meeting up once every other four months. However, there was something off about the call. Akihito sounded pained, and knowing about the boys' knack of getting into trouble the two friends had immediately come up with several bad situations their friend could be in. So, Kou got out of bed and headed to Takato's apartment, ready to interrogate Akihito, well, that is if he ever comes.

A knock came from the front door and the two boys scrambled, almost pushing each other out of the way to be the one to answer the door. Takato managed to get there first, and swung the door open with a bit more force than necessary. A gasp escaped past his lips, his ears vaguely picking up the sound of Kou gasping behind him. His friend was a mess. There were a number of bruises along his face, most likely there would be more if one were to lift his shirt up. His clothes were dirty, wrinkled and covered in dirt and a bit of blood in some areas. Takaba had his camera cradled protectively against his body, which was shaking a bit. But, the most disturbing sight was when you looked into his eyes. They held true sadness, the same look a doctor has when telling someone they only have a day to live.

Akihito had planned to put on a brave face in front of his friends, make it look like nothing was wrong and that he just got beat up by a couple of gang punks. However, seeing their looks of true shock and panic, it broke his heart to know he was the cause of it. His vision blurred, but he did not try to stop the tears that were now falling freely down his face.

"Akihito!" they cried out as their friend tilted forward, ready to fall in a second. Kou reached out, just barely catching Akihito's limp body before it hit the ground. With the help of Takato they managed to drag Akihito to the couch. No one wanted to break the silence of the room, the only sounds being the springs of the couch when someone shifted and Akihito's frantic breathing. The two friends allowed their friend to cry, keeping him in a tight hug in between them.

"…Aki?" Kou broke the silence of the room. Akihito hated when they called him Aki, so they only use it when they want to annoy him, make him talk, or if they are comforting their friend. They felt Akihito stiffen a bit under their embrace, but Kou went on, "What happened to you Akihito? You barely talk to us anymore and then we see you like this. We want answers Akihito, now," he stated, leaving no room for complaints.

Akihito stays silent for a moment. What will his friends think? Should he tell them the truth? It was tempting to lie, he didn't want his friends to get involved in all of this. But, he couldn't take it anymore! For so long he has had to keep all of his problems to himself and stand alone in the confusing world he shouldn't have ever gone to. The life as a yakuza's lover is dangerous and, in Aki's case, emotionally draining and confusing. He finally has someone to talk to. People who wouldn't betray him, but instead help him.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Akihito began his tale. He left no detail out. He told his friends of the first meeting with Asami, how the man had kidnapped him and raped him. He told them of their constant meetings, of Feilong and being kidnapped to Hong Kong. About his time at the mansion and the mess on the boat, to moving in with the yakuza and finally to the most recent events. They listened to every detail, giving a few shocked sounds here and there. They had no idea of what

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FanFictionChỉ trongCộng đồngDiễn đànHơnTôi đang thực hiện bởi HiguraSHi18990 Anime» Finder loạt xếp: T, tiếng Anh, bộ phim truyền hình và lãng mạn, từ: 5 k +, yêu thích: 48, sau: 92, xuất bản: Tháng bảy 12 tháng 8 năm 2013 Cập Nhật: 18 tháng tư năm 201438 chương 1: RealizationsHey mọi người, tôi ở đây. Tôi thật sự vui mừng cho tháng này. Tôi đang đi trên một vài chuyến (một là cho ban nhạc diễu hành) và Ive nhận được những ý tưởng mới cho câu chuyện tôi sẽ viết trong tương lai. Im rất có thể phải cập nhật một câu chuyện hai ngày mai, vì vậy tìm ra cho những người. Một điều tôi muốn đề cập đến là tôi sẽ bắt đầu viết lại tôi đang làm và A Hunter tình yêu bởi vì tôi có một vài email về những người theo mới đối với những người và nó làm cho tôi muốn làm cho những câu chuyện tốt hơn. Tuy nhiên, sau khi các bản Cập Nhật bạn guys có thể không nhìn thấy tôi trong một thời gian. Thử nghiệm nhà nước bắt đầu trong hai tuần và tôi cần phải làm tốt nếu tôi muốn tiếp tục trong danh dự năm tới. Ngoài ra, bởi vì tôi sẽ tham gia một vài cuộc thi nghệ thuật và văn học. Tôi có thể không là các nhà văn tốt nhất, nhưng tôi chắc chắn có thể rút ra decently (oh mà nhắc tôi, có bất cứ đề nghị cho bản vẽ của tôi fics bạn muốn xem? PM hoặc để lại một bài đánh giá. Im suy nghĩ của bản vẽ Akihito với nhãn hiệu sinh ghi tên trong câu chuyện của tôi Cinderfinder, nhưng đó là vào bạn guys). Vâng, Ive nói những gì cần thiết để nói. Hy vọng bạn sẽ thích chương viết lại này.Disclaimer: tôi không phải là chủ sở hữu của những gì được gọi là của bạn của tôi Loveprize trong kính ngắm. Tôi chỉ riêng phần nào của cốt truyện, kể từ khi nó bắt đầu trong một phần manga đã làm, blah blah, bạn nhận được tôi.Cảnh báo: chính tả sai lầm, OOC, smex trong tương lai, và như vậy.Chương 1: RealizationsĐêm như bất kỳ đêm khác tại Nhật bản. Cả hai bên của các đường phố đã được đóng gói với mọi người, nhóm của tầng lớp xã hội khác nhau đi-by-side, đi bộ về nhà từ một ngày dài làm việc. Những người có thể đủ khả năng, hoặc sống để xa công việc cá nhân của họ và đã không bận tâm bằng cách sử dụng các phương pháp giao thông công cộng chật chội, đi du lịch bằng xe có động cơ. Những chiếc xe di chuyển nhanh (tuyến đường luôn luôn một chút điên để lái xe trên) làm cho nó gần như không thể cho những người bên trong để xem các con số đáng kinh ngạc trên vỉa hè. Những người trên mặt đất nhìn thẳng về phía trước, minding kinh doanh riêng của họ. Tuy nhiên, không bao giờ dừng lại bản thân từ glancing tại cậu bé bị hỏng và đẫm máu wobbling xuống đến một vị trí không xác định. Ông kéo ông xe gắn máy dọc theo, bỏ qua tất cả các nhìn."Ngay cả khi bạn đến nhà tối nay, Bữa ăn tối sẽ không chờ đợi cho bạn..." Takaba Akihito nghĩ rằng khi ông đi bộ dọc theo vỉa hè. 23 tuổi nhìn của mình yêu thích, và đầu tiên, máy ảnh, một Nikon trao cho ông bởi cha của mình. Làm thế nào ngu ngốc ông có? Nếu ông đã không được phân tâm và tập trung vào môi trường xung quanh của mình sau đó ông sẽ không ở trong điều kiện ông là trong lúc này. Tuy nhiên, nếu ông đã nhận ra sau đó, ông sẽ không có được có thể nhận ra stupidity của mình. Sau khi nói chuyện với Sudou tại câu lạc bộ Dracaena ông cuối cùng đã quyết định. Takaba đã thực hiện lên tâm trí của mình để lắng nghe tiếng nói đòi hỏi trong đầu mình, như ông nên có năm trước đây, hứa hẹn mình không bao giờ để trở lại Asami.Ông không còn sẽ được xử lý như một con vật cưng nhà, fucked tại bất kỳ thời gian nhất định, chỉ cần chờ đợi để được vứt bỏ. Tuy nhiên, rằng cảm giác ông vẫn cound không chỉ ra làm ngực thương mỗi khi ông nghĩ rằng không bao giờ nhìn thấy yakuza cũ bao giờ trở lại. Akihito đã bắt đầu trong một nỗ lực để thoát khỏi đầu của khuôn mặt của con người. Ông đã phải dừng lại, nó đã hơn... Có lẽ ông có thể sneak vào của tên khốn đó penthouse để có được những điều của ông. Hà, ông thậm chí không biết nơi ông đã đi để ở lại đêm nay!Nhìn thấy một vườn nhỏ ở khoảng cách Akihito thực hiện theo cách của mình về phía nó. Như ông vấp thêm vào khu vực sản phẩm nào ông thấy một băng ghế gỗ sâu một vài feet từ một hồ nước xinh đẹp, ánh trăng tạo ra một ảnh hưởng shimmer. Ngay cả trong sương mù của sự kiện hiện tại tình cảm, bản năng nhiếp ảnh của mình ngay lập tức gây ra ông phải mất một vài hình ảnh. Hài lòng, ông ngồi xuống trên băng ghế, wincing cơn đau khắp nơi trên cơ thể của mình. Ông đã không biết bao lâu ông ngồi ở đó, với các diễn viên ra vào không có gì. Cuối cùng, quyết định ông cần thiết để tối thiểu tìm một nơi để ở, ông đã diễn ra điện thoại của mình, biết ơn rằng nó không chết ra ngoài được. Đẩy quay #4, ông đưa điện thoại vào tai của mình, ba vòng sau đó một giọng nói ông đã không nghe cho đến nay để lâu, cuối cùng đã chọn lên."Hello?" đến một giọng buồn ngủ."Hey," Akihito nuốt nervously, "c-có thể tôi lại?"Asami Ryuichi walked through the front door of his penthouse. The space was eerily quiet, something was wrong, he could all but feel it. He shrugged it off, it had been a long day and all he wanted to do was bug his kitten. A smirk made its way to his face at the thought of his pet. In reality, Akihito was very much more than any of his past play things, if he were to be completely honest with himself. But, he couldn't help it! The boy was so wild, loud, energetic, then he could be shy, gentle, sweet, caring, then out of nowhere fierce. If he didn't know better he would have assumed his lover was a mutated offspring of some random cat couple, instead of a kitten, Akihito came out. However, he was a well-educated man, more so a rational thinker, so that idea was put away for good. Though, he did enjoy the mental images of a small, cute Akihito, naked with cat ears, a tail, and paws.Asami placed his briefcase on the leather couch, then headed into the kitchen. A confused look took over his normally emotionless face. The kitchen was spotless, not a dish out of place. Akihito was supposed to be home by now. The kitchen also didn't have the wonderful stench of a home cooked meal. Akihito always had dinner prepared for him. That was the first sign of trouble, and later on Asami will blame himself for not taking immediate action to prevent it.Making a decision, Asami pulled out his phone and dialed #3, his first two being Kirishima and Suoh. Putting the small device to his ear, all he could hear was a half beep, then the voicemail message came up. Asami hung up, starring at his phone for a bit. Akihito never turned off his cellphone. Something was definitely wrong."….Akihito?""Where the hell is he?" mumbled a distressed Kou who was pacing in the living room of Takato's apartment, along with the said man. He had gotten a call in the middle of the night. When he answered he was met with a frantic Takato and just barely made out his words. Apparently, Akihito had called him asking to come over. Normally the two would have been happy to hear from their childhood friend, being as how he had become a bit distant these past few years, only calling a few time or meeting up once every other four months. However, there was something off about the call. Akihito sounded pained, and knowing about the boys' knack of getting into trouble the two friends had immediately come up with several bad situations their friend could be in. So, Kou got out of bed and headed to Takato's apartment, ready to interrogate Akihito, well, that is if he ever comes.A knock came from the front door and the two boys scrambled, almost pushing each other out of the way to be the one to answer the door. Takato managed to get there first, and swung the door open with a bit more force than necessary. A gasp escaped past his lips, his ears vaguely picking up the sound of Kou gasping behind him. His friend was a mess. There were a number of bruises along his face, most likely there would be more if one were to lift his shirt up. His clothes were dirty, wrinkled and covered in dirt and a bit of blood in some areas. Takaba had his camera cradled protectively against his body, which was shaking a bit. But, the most disturbing sight was when you looked into his eyes. They held true sadness, the same look a doctor has when telling someone they only have a day to live.Akihito had planned to put on a brave face in front of his friends, make it look like nothing was wrong and that he just got beat up by a couple of gang punks. However, seeing their looks of true shock and panic, it broke his heart to know he was the cause of it. His vision blurred, but he did not try to stop the tears that were now falling freely down his face."Akihito!" they cried out as their friend tilted forward, ready to fall in a second. Kou reached out, just barely catching Akihito's limp body before it hit the ground. With the help of Takato they managed to drag Akihito to the couch. No one wanted to break the silence of the room, the only sounds being the springs of the couch when someone shifted and Akihito's frantic breathing. The two friends allowed their friend to cry, keeping him in a tight hug in between them."…Aki?" Kou broke the silence of the room. Akihito hated when they called him Aki, so they only use it when they want to annoy him, make him talk, or if they are comforting their friend. They felt Akihito stiffen a bit under their embrace, but Kou went on, "What happened to you Akihito? You barely talk to us anymore and then we see you like this. We want answers Akihito, now," he stated, leaving no room for complaints.Akihito stays silent for a moment. What will his friends think? Should he tell them the truth? It was tempting to lie, he didn't want his friends to get involved in all of this. But, he couldn't take it anymore! For so long he has had to keep all of his problems to himself and stand alone in the confusing world he shouldn't have ever gone to. The life as a yakuza's lover is dangerous and, in Aki's case, emotionally draining and confusing. He finally has someone to talk to. People who wouldn't betray him, but instead help him.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Akihito began his tale. He left no detail out. He told his friends of the first meeting with Asami, how the man had kidnapped him and raped him. He told them of their constant meetings, of Feilong and being kidnapped to Hong Kong. About his time at the mansion and the mess on the boat, to moving in with the yakuza and finally to the most recent events. They listened to every detail, giving a few shocked sounds here and there. They had no idea of what