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Anime » Finder Series Rated: T, English, T. Akihito, Asami R., Words: 32k+, Favs: 195, Follows: 316, Published: Dec 29, 2014 Updated: May 4
284 Chapter 4: PART IV
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PART IV

Akihito frowned.

He was having that feeling again. That nagging, annoying hunch at the back of his mind that was telling him he was being watched...again.

Sure enough, the second the young man lifted his eyes from the comic book he was reading, he felt the force of Asami's intense stare head on... Similarly to what had already been happening all throughout breakfast that morning. And truth be told, it was driving Akihito nuts.

"What? !" He asked, not even bothering to enter into a stare contest with the older man this time, who, if someone were to ask the youngster, had been acting unusually odd since waking up.

Asami watched his lover grimace as the latter sniffed a piece of toast before quickly shoving it aside and picking up his coffee mug instead.

"You never did end up finishing telling me yesterday what it was that happened at the doctor's office..." Asami said cautiously, even though that was enough to make the other man cough up a bit of his coffee.

"Huh...D-Didn't I?"

Akihito's nervous laughter made Asami narrow his eyes at him in suspicion.

"No. You did not." He said, leaning over the breakfast table ever so slightly. "At least you didn't seem to tell me everything you wanted to."

Akihito shook his head, dismissing the comment. "I'm pretty sure I said everything. You're just imagining things." He quickly added, directing his stare back to the comic book.

Had Akihito been talking to another person, said individual might have been convinced by his words. Unfortunately for him, his listener was none other than ruthless business man Asami Ryuuichi, who could smell lies a mile away, and who did not enjoy one bit being their recipient.

"Akihito..." There was a slight edge to Asami's voice that sent goosebumps down Akihito's spine. He could feel himself about to break into a cold sweat.

"I told you already. It's just stomach flu." Akihito said quietly without lifting his eyes from the book, …and hating himself for his cowardice.

A few seconds passed in silence (although they seemed like minutes to Akihito) at the end of which the young man heard Asami sighing tiredly.

More shocking though, was the feel of Asami's thumb gently stroking the side of his cheek, as the older man's palm forced the youngster's face upwards to face him.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong with you, right kid?"

The older man's tone was not harsh or demanding, sounding instead just genuinely concerned. The type of tone Asami Ryuuichi only disclosed on rare occasions, which made Akihito feel even more like a crook.

His mouth opened a little, even if he did not have a clue of what it was he was about to say, but as he pulled air into his lungs, the doorbell rang and a couple of energetic voices spoke up from outside the villa's main door, announcing room service had arrived.

Asami went to open the door, leaving Akihito to bang his head on top of the table. The young man had a feeling he was going to have a really long day ahead of him.

Several hours later, Akihito could be found lying down by the resort's main pool, trying his best to enjoy the sunlight shining down on him.

Needless to mention, his clever plan to come clean with Asami regarding his pregnancy was still failing miserably so far. And so, for that matter, was his alternative emergency plan: that of avoiding Asami's presence altogether.

Despite Akihito's many efforts to spend time away from the other man since their awkward breakfast that morning, the latter had managed to keep him close by the entire day, which made the youngster suspect that Asami already had a feeling something was wrong with him. Even though the photographer was convinced that 'pregnancy' was the last thing on the business man's mind.

Turning to his side on the comfortable pool bed, Akihito slowly opened his eyes taking in the sight of the man lying next to him.

Asami was on his back, his eyes closed; face muscles perfectly relaxed, as he seemed to be enjoying the sunlight a lot more than Akihito was at the moment.

The light ocean breeze kept tossing his bangs over his eyes, but the fact didn't seem to bother the older man, who looked very close to falling asleep.

As if by instinct, Akihito's stare drifted downwards towards Asami's chest, watching it rise and fall slowly, in rhythm with his lover's breathing.

The business man was dressed quite casually on the occasion. Decked in a pair of loose trousers and a white unbuttoned shirt, it was difficult to imagine that the same man spent most of his time in designer suits, although Akihito had to admit, Asami's casual appearance fitted him just as nicely.

Plus, the few days they had spent at the resort had already given the older man a nice tan, helping to define even further the toned lines of his pectorals and abs.

The young man felt his mouth dry up at the sight of Asami's torso. The man really had a nice body, and whether it was due to the heath felt that day, or to the fact that pregnancy was messing with his hormones, Akihito was annoyingly finding himself getting easily flustered just by being near Asami.

"Shoot! Get a hold of yourself, Takaba. You're acting like a girl." He thought to himself.

Unfortunately for him, the other man seemed to have picked up on his aggravated look.

The youngster heard a low, amused chuckle just before the other man turned on his side, peeking at him through half opened eyelids. "What's up with that look, Takaba?" A hint of amusement was also present in Asami's voice. "Do you want to ditch the pool and go back to our room?" Asami added suggestively, as he leaned forward, intent on stealing a kiss from Akihito.

He would have succeeded in his endeavor too, were it not for the fact that the youngster quickly shuffled away from him, nearly falling off the pool bed in the process.

"Are you mental, old man?" Akihito hissed, tuning crimson. "Can't you see all the people around here?"

Asami shrugged, not the least bit perturbed by the observation. "So what?" He interjected. "I own half of this resort. Do you think anyone around here would dare call me out on anything?"

Akihito sat up on the mattress, scratching the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed nonetheless. "It's not that…" He said in a low voice. It was just that he was still getting use to the whole PDA thing with Asami. It had not been that long since the business man had gone public with their relationship after all…

"Here, have your drink." Asami said, trying to lighten his mood, as he passed Akihito the drinks that the photographer had gone to fetch from the nearby bar lounge area earlier on.

Asami picked his martini glass, eyeing Akihito curiously, as the latter made a funny face while taking a sip from his drink.

"What are you having anyway?" He asked.

"…Orange juice."

Asami watched Akihito trying not to make another face as he sipped from his drink one more time.

"And since when do you drink orange juice?"

"Since I found out you got me knocked up and thus I can't drink alcohol anymore, jerk!" The photographer thought. What he instead said out loud though was: "I thought I'd drink something healthy for a change."

His answer again did very poorly in satisfying the other man.

"Takaba, you've been acting awfully weird over the past couple of days." Asami said, grabbing the youngster's chin with his free hand and coaching it upwards so that the latter was forced to look him in the eyes again. "…Are you sure everything's ok?"

"Everything's fine. I told you already! Besides, you are seriously starting to become really annoying with this talk. Stop it, will you?"

Asami could not help but grin at Akihito's defensive tone. The kid sure knew how to put up a fight when he wanted to.

"Well, you know how to stop me from talking, right?"

Akihito narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion nonetheless. "How?" He asked, watching Asami's grin widen slowly.

"You just need to keep my mouth busy." The older man answered, pulling Akihito down towards him for a kiss that for once the photographer was not able to move away from.

"Hey mister!" An energetic voice reached them, interrupting the tender moment before it began.

Asami was cursing under his breath even before the owner of the voice, the young boy that had pestered him the day before, had a chance to round the pool bed and come into view of its occupants.

"I'm so glad you are still here mister!" The kid said, genuinely happy to see Asami again.

"Why, you little…" The business man grunted in a low voice, as Akihito tried very hard to control his laughter beside him.

"Do you want to play football with me, do you?" The boy asked Asami eagerly, showing him the brand new football he carried under his arm. "I just got it as a gift from my mommy. It's pretty neat, isn't it?"

"No kid. I don't want to play football with you."

"Oh, and what about if we play-"

"I'm a grown-up, kid. I don't play!"

"Oh… I see." The boy said, clearly disappointed. "…It's just that my mommy is busy right now and I don't have anyone else to play with." He added, staring sadly at his football.

"I'll play with you, if you'd like." Akihito suddenly offered, seeing the boy's face light up almost as fast as Asami's darkened.

"Oh, will you? Really? !" The infant asked, jumping up and down with excitement.

"Sure! Hey, what is your name by the way?"

"I'm Daisuke. But everyone calls me Dai." The boy said, bowing politely.

"Nice to meet you then, Dai-kun. I'm Akihito."

"Nice to meet you too Akihito-kun." Little Dai answered lively, as Akihito joined him. The boy's stare went from the young man to Asami, who was propping his back up on the pool bed's pillows, and after a moment of hesitation he finally asked, pointing towards the older man: "And what's