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Confessions by appleslovetea
Anime » Finder Series Rated: K+, English, T. Akihito, Asami R., Words: 3k+, Favs: 44, Follows: 33, Published: Apr 14 Updated: Apr 15
25 Chapter 1: PART I
Confessions

The bitter taste of alcohol was still in Akihito's mouth as he woke up that morning.

He knew he had a hangover even before he managed to open his eyes. As soon as he did so though, he was forced to close them again fearing the bright sunlight shining down on him through the window would be enough to blind him on the spot.

Cursing under his breath, Akihito rolled onto his stomach in bed trying to remember the previous night's events that would account for his present state.

He recalled meeting Kou and Takato for drinks at an izakaya after work, but other than that his mind was a blur. No doubt the three of them had partaken in some sort of a drinking game as per usual, but this one had hit the photographer really hard. He had no recollection whatsoever of making his way back to the apartment afterwards.

The sound of his cellphone unexpectedly going off only managed to increase Akihito's grunts. Apart from messing with his sight, the hangover was also amplifying every sound around him by a tenfold, and so he heard the ringtone as if loud speakers were projecting it directly into his ears.

"What? !" He all but screamed at the cellphone as soon as he managed to find it on the pile of discarded clothes next to his bed.

"Akihito?..." Kou's voice was heard on the other side. He sounded relieved to hear the photographer's voice.

"Kou…What the hell happened yesterday?" Akihito asked, hiding his head under a pillow to protect his eyes from the sunlight. "How much did we drink?"

"…A lot, I guess. Takato is pretty wasted too. I just spoke to him on the phone. His girlfriend apparently had a fit when she realized he got home drunk."

The photographer grimaced under the pillow. Poor Takato! Having had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the woman in question, Akihito could only imagine the tantrum she had pulled on his unlucky friend.

"I should call him too, to give him some support, I guess."

"Hey… Akihito…"

"What?"

"So…how did things go last night?...After you left the izakaya, I mean?"

Akihito yawned tiredly, not understanding the question.

"What do you mean?"

"Huh…you know…How did things work out with the guy?"

For a second, the photographer thought Kou was himself still drunk and imagining things.

"…What guy? What are you talking about, Kou?"

A pause followed on the other side of the line. Kou was probably thinking the same thing of his friend.

"You know, Akihito. The scary guy that came to pick you up at the izakaya in the limo…What was it that you called him?...Ah, yes, I remember! Asami-san!"

Akihito sat up in bed as if propelled by a trampoline, his eyes widening as much as humanly possible.

"W-What? W-What did you just say?"

Kou noticed the distress in his voice.

"Don't you remember, Akihito?" He asked, hesitantly now. "You called that guy, Asami-san, or whatever his name is, to come pick you up because you were too drunk to drive your bike back home and well… a limo showed up about twenty minutes later with the guy in question."

Akihito's heart was beating inside his throat. Even though he had no memory of the event, he knew there was no way that Kou could be pulling his leg on it. Akihito never spoke of Asami around his two best friends.

"…So did everything work out ok in the end?"

It was the slightly nervous tone on his friend's voice that made Akihito suspect that there was more to the story.

"W-Why are you asking me that? What happened exactly?"

"Huh…" Kou started, clearly not knowing what to say next. "Do you really not remember anything about it, Akihito?" He said; his voice barely louder than a whisper now.

The photographer felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "Remember what?" He asked fearfully.

"The argument you had with the guy."

"Argument? ! What argument? What were we arguing about?"

"I- I don't know, Akihito. At the time I was helping Takato throw up in the izakaya's bathroom. It was only when we returned to the front room that we noticed all of the customers and staff peeking out the windows at you and the guy still on the street. I couldn't hear what you were saying, but you appeared to be shouting at the man."

Akihito gulped hard. How could he possibly not remember any of it? It was a good thing he was sitting down though, for he felt he had no strength on his legs at the moment.

"…But wait…There's more." Kou said a moment afterwards, further increasing Akihito's unease.

"W-What?"

"Well…I'm sure it just happened because you were drunk."

"Kou…"

"You shouldn't read too much into it."

"Kou."

"We all say stupid things when we are drunk, after all."

"Kou! Spit it out already!"

"Huh…well, you see, when Takato and I reached the window we saw that you were crying and before we had a chance to call out to you, you said…you said…"

"What? ! For crying out loud!"

"…You said to Asami-san straight in the face that you are in love with him."

It was as if life as Akihito had known it for the past 23 years had blown up in his ear. He felt the cellphone slowly dropping from his hand onto the duvet cover; his heart beating so fast that for a moment he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

"…Akihito? Akihito, are you there?" The faint voice of his friend eventually reached him.

The photographer picked up the cellphone again, realizing for the first time how much he was shaking.

He nevertheless tried to sound as amusing and lighthearted as possible as he dismissed his friend, of course blaming his odd behavior from the previous night on his massive drunkenness.

As soon as the call ended though, Akihito threw himself over his pillow, screaming his frustration into it, the sound ending up being muffled by the many layers of foam and fabric.

He desperately tried to dig out from the depths of his mind the memories from the previous night, but still nothing came to him.

Had he really confessed his feelings to Asami? While drunk? !

Oh, what to do now? What to do now? What to do now?

Akihito was already pulling at his hair in despair when he thought he heard noises coming from the kitchen, just a couple of doors down from his bedroom.

Quickly sitting back up in bed, he trained his ears to pick up on any sounds coming from that direction, and soon enough heard the distinct noise of someone opening and closing the kitchen cabinets…which could only mean one thing…

Asami Ryuichi was already up and fixing himself breakfast,… as he normally did whenever Akihito slept in late.

A thousand scenarios crossed the photographer's mind in the following minutes. Maybe Asami had not paid attention to Akihito's confession. The young man was more than obviously drunk and incoherent, after all.

Or maybe Akihito could just pretend he didn't recall anything about the previous night (which deep down was the truth) and act naturally towards Asami as if nothing weird had happened between the two of them.

…Yeah, as if Akihito would be able to pull that stunt now.

The young man looked towards the balcony outside his window, as a brilliant plan began to form in his mind.

The balcony surrounded the entire penthouse, so if Akihito were to cross it quietly now, he could enter the apartment through the living room and from there he could make his way towards the entrance hall and the front door, all without raising Asami's suspicions inside the kitchen.

After that Akihito could always leave the apartment and go hide himself inside a cave in the mountains until his mortification subsided sufficiently and he was able to face Asami again.

Yes, it sounded like a perfectly reasonable plan to the photographer.

Without losing another moment, he scrambled out of bed and into his closet, where he quickly put on the first pairs of clothing he managed to find, also picking up his duffel bag, which he crammed with a few extra clothes, shoes, a jacket and his camera.

Pushing aside the cowardly feelings threatening to overwhelm him, Akihito quickly made his way towards the opened window.

One of his legs was already over the casement, when a familiar voice reached him from the door, freezing him on the spot.

"Akihito… what the hell are you doing?" Asami said, making the younger man's head turn towards him in panic.

Asami had stopped over the threshold, one hand still on the doorknob, while the other held a tray filled with breakfast food.

Not that Akihito had much time to notice these details, for as soon as his eyes fell on Asami, he lost his balance and fell awkwardly backwards onto his paper filled desk and from there towards the hard wooden floor.

(to be continued)

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