AN: You're probably like, "When are

AN: You're probably like, "When are you updating your other stories?", trust me, I'm almost done with Must Be the Nargles...just two more chapters! Anyway, I just wanted to write happy story for Akihito and Asami, I haven't had a happy one yet. Consider this a bittersweet one! Also, i'll be introducing Asami siblings=D

And on a side note, i've written so many stories where Takaba is the one being apologized to because Asami did something, but I haven't read where it's the other way around. So, I've decided to write my own.

Summary: Takaba brings down Asami's company. Years later, he reunites with a broken man. Multi-chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own the Finder Series.

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Takaba woke in a sweat, his chest rising and falling violently as he forced himself up. He fought the shadows, fought their void touches. He was surrounded by nothingness; surrounded by sadness.

Not surrounded by Asami...he reminded himself as he slowly descended back onto his bed. These dreams had been frequent and recurring. For three years now, his mind replayed the scene like a broken record.

In the depths of his head, in his darkest moments, Takaba could remember it all.

The rain hitting his head, the bitter cold nipping at his nose as Asami frantically removed him from harms way despite harbouring an injury of his own.

He could still smell the blood on Asami. The scent of iron was potent and Takaba could recalled the salty taste of the substance due to the frost intensifying it so greatly.

Then those eyes, those gold eyes melted as they locked gazes with Takaba.

Truly, the eyes were the gateway to the soul, for Asami peered into Takaba's very being, dissecting each lie and cover up the young man brought with him that day.

All trust Asami harbored for the photographer dripped away with the rain, never to ascend again.

The light in Asami's eyes faded that night, and as they faded, Takaba felt the joy in his soul fading with them.

And at this memory, he woke up.

Time functioned only as an enemy, an enemy who bolstered the guilt Takaba bore, whom stretched it out until it became sore and raw. Never once since Takaba's betrayal of Asami had time done a thing for him other than allow him the long moments to elaborate on his decision and how wrong it was.

Yet the world said his decision was right. Who wouldn't want to crack a big-name criminal?

And out of all the people Asami's villainous tendencies had affected, did Takaba not have the utmost important right to bring the man down?

He was backed by his friends that he finally confessed his situation too, supported and encouraged by his editor, not to mention_The police department, tired of being lead by a corrupt leader, had stood behind him too.

But with the world on his side urging him to ascend against Asami, Takaba himself could not find the sense of what he was doing.

Despite whom and what Asami was, despite the malevolent and malicious things he'd bestowed upon others_Including Takbaba_He never wanted to set him up, never wanted to ruin him, never wanted to see the look of death in Asami's eyes.

He never wanted to believe Asami had loved him.

But his golden orbs said it all. They spoke the silent phrase, and since then, Takaba knew he made a mistake, and a personal one at that.

Fixing it was not an option.

Some reported that Asami had wriggled his way out of his clash with the law like the snake he was, thus, he returned to his main building in Tokyo.

But three days after the incident with Takaba, flames had consumed the tall structure, and any trace of Asami disappeared off the face of the earth. That included his notorious bodyguards as well.

His friends celebrated with him during that evening, they toasted to Takaba's freedom.

He celebrated with them too, and through the entire night, he'd worn a large smile across his face, flashing it at anyone whom he came into contact with.

But on the inside, despite those around him, despite his "freedom"...he felt more alone than ever, he felt empty and void.

To him, Asami was dead, therefore, so was his world.

No amount of partying or freedom would change that.

And since then, for three years straight, he lived the life of a dead man. He lived only to live.

Photography no longer guaranteed the thrill it had before and when he'd met Asami, it only guaranteed flashbacks and guilt.

He did it because they paid him to, other than that, he gained no pleasure from the art.

His thoughts swirled in his head, and he feared they would keep him alive until the peaking hours of the morning as they had before.

He considered the sleeping medication his shrink had prescribed for him, but it never did shit for him other than drugging him, and leaving him unbearably tired the next day_Not to mention grumpy.

He could try again to let the darkness consume him, try again to pray for a dreamless sleep where Asami's pain didn't guilt ride him.

Or he could take a stroll…

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The wind howled through the trees, their ancient leaves whispered to one another as Takaba buried his hands deeply into his pockets and walked down long dirt path.

The cool fall air and the simplicity of the whispering trees soothed him greatly as he continued his lonely stride through the path less traveled. He could smell the thick odor of an impending storm, and decided he would need to cut his escape short if he wanted to avoid pneumonia.

As much as he enjoyed his time away from his cramped apartment and his overly joyous friends, he did not value his time in the hospital.

His lowered head bobbed as he walked a sturdy stride, allowing his instincts to guide him into the sleeping city.

Since Asami's death, the upper class in Tokyo had declined significantly. He was the top dog, and Takaba assumed their rapid declination resulted in rivalry for Asami's position. They most likely killed themselves off.

Therefore, with crime at a record low, walking through the streets of Tokyo at such an hour was no longer advised against.

He walked to the less crowded area of the city, the near vacant area. No longer was he going to sleep, his mind had put that idea behind him an hour ago.

His body wanted to be awake, yearned for a source of energy. Caffeine was his only option, and to his own selfish desire, was the only drug (other than Asami) that he craved.

And to his luck, his instincts took him to one.

He hesitated before the small Tea House, wherever he went, questions ensued. Like the company he followed, his name had it's fair share of spot light too, especially in the media.

He pulled his hoodie over his head and opened the door, he wanted to avoid all necessary conversation.

The scented wall of caffeine and tea associated with Tokyo Tea Shops broadsided him head on. Not many people resided inside of the house, only few occupied the circular tables and benches along the walls. He made to blend with this crowd.

He selected a random table, and to his dismay, it was seated right behind a loud doctor, who so rudely spoke on his phone.

Already, Takaba assumed he was a foreigner, unsure of how to act at such an hour. He ignored the doctor the best he could while the waitress came to take his order.

"Did you try listening to the other session_And of course their actions were operant, he chose to smash his sister's head_No, this was not any sort of disorder, i've tested this patient before, he's just a bad egg, damnit Dmitri, he doesn't need medication, he's just a bad kid who wants attention_No, i'm changing the subject now," thick and smooth, Takaba was mesmerized by the man's flawless English, not to mention, the absence of his accent.

He turned around quickly, and to his surprise, caught the stereotypical Japanese male white coat, which Takaba had caught sight of before, hung over the chair.

The waitress came back and gave Takaba his cup, and left shortly after.

Takaba began to drink, and again, became subjected to the doctors conversation.

"My brother? He was out again? Did you lock his cell Dmitri? of course not, why would you? It's just protocol, nothing important_He wasn't around matches when you found him, was he? He'll burn the place down_I know he says he won't_No, just because he was a businessman doesn't mean you can_He manipulated people for a living Dmitri!" Thunder erupted outside, and the occupants of the small shop looked to the window, including the doctor, "Damnit Dmitri, it's raining! Get the patients inside, and give my brother his dosages_Yes, fight him if you have to, he's a mental patient, you have the authorization_Don't argue! Just do it," the doctor stood abruptly, slamming his change on the table, but at the same time, flashing a kind look at the waitress who came to retrieve his money.

She smiled sheepishly as she came to collect the change.

"Extra?"she murmured.

"For the guy behind me," he turned towards Takaba and offered a smile, "he put up with my converstaion_Okay Dmitri, i'm…"

The instant the man turned around, Takaba could breath again.

That stare, the face, the hair_He looked like Asami, a mirror image of Asami.

The waitress scooped up his cup and money, alerting Takaba that his tab had been paid by the stranger sitting ahead of him.

The doctors coat remained on the seat, and a stiff Takaba made his way to the abandoned piece of attire.

The doctor was already halfway out of the door, but Takaba's shock prevented him from getting the older man's attention.

Instead he surveyed the white material, running his hands over the old fabric.

The doctor was outside now, his coat forgotten as his mind washed completely into his conversation.

A small piece of paper poked out of one of the pockets, and Takaba reached his hand into it, yelping when he felt something else within the depths of the white coat. Pulling out the card, he grabbed another object as well.

An injection.

Slowly, he placed it back in

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AN: Bạn đang có lẽ giống như, "Khi bạn đang cập nhật các câu chuyện khác của bạn?", tôi tin tưởng, tôi gần như thực hiện với phải Nargles các... chỉ là hai chương thêm! Dù sao, tôi chỉ muốn viết hạnh phúc câu chuyện cho Akihito và Asami, tôi đã không có một hạnh phúc được. Xem xét việc này một trong những buồn vui lẫn lộn! Ngoài ra, tôi sẽ giới thiệu anh chị em Asami = DVà trên một mặt lưu ý, tôi đã viết rất nhiều câu chuyện mà Takaba là một được xin lỗi vì Asami đã làm một cái gì đó, nhưng tôi đã không đọc nơi nó là cách khác xung quanh. Vì vậy, tôi đã quyết định viết của riêng tôi.Tóm tắt: Takaba mang xuống Asami của công ty. Năm sau, ông reunites với một người đàn ông bị hỏng. Đa chươngDisclaimer: tôi không sở hữu dòng Finder.OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOTakaba thức dậy trong một mồ hôi, tăng ngực của mình và rơi xuống khốc liệt như ông buộc mình lên. Ông đã chiến đấu bóng tối, chiến đấu của họ chạm void. Ông được bao quanh bởi hư vô; được bao quanh bởi nỗi buồn.Không được bao quanh bởi Asami... ông nhắc nhở mình như ông có nguồn gốc từ từ trở lại lên giường của mình. Những giấc mơ đã được thường xuyên và định kỳ. Trong ba năm nay, tâm trí của mình replayed cảnh như một bản ghi bị hỏng.Ở độ sâu của đầu, trong những khoảnh khắc đen tối nhất, Takaba có thể nhớ tất cả.Mưa đánh đầu của mình, các cay đắng lạnh nipping tại mũi của mình như Asami điên cuồng loại bỏ anh ta từ tác hại cách mặc dù harbouring một chấn thương của mình.Ông vẫn có thể ngửi thấy mùi máu trên Asami. Những hương thơm của sắt là mạnh và Takaba có thể nhớ lại những hương vị mặn của chất do sương giá tăng cường nó rất lớn.Sau đó những con mắt, những đôi mắt vàng tan chảy như họ khóa gazes với Takaba.Thực sự, đôi mắt là cửa ngõ để các linh hồn, cho Asami peered vào Takaba của rất là, cắt ngang mỗi nói dối và che phủ lên thanh niên đã mang với anh ta ngày hôm đó.Tất cả niềm tin Asami harbored cho các nhiếp ảnh nhỏ giọt đi có mưa, không bao giờ để ascend một lần nữa.Ánh sáng trong mắt của Asami phai mờ đêm đó, và như họ phai mờ, Takaba cảm thấy niềm vui trong mờ dần linh hồn của mình với họ.Và lúc này bộ nhớ, ông dậy.Thời gian hoạt động chỉ là một kẻ thù, một kẻ thù những người ủng hộ những tội lỗi Takaba khoan, mà kéo dài nó ra cho đến khi nó trở thành đau và nguyên. Không bao giờ một lần kể từ khi Takaba của sự phản bội của Asami đã có thời gian làm một điều khác hơn cho anh ta cho ông những khoảnh khắc dài để giải thích về quyết định của mình và làm thế nào sai, nó đã.Tuy nhiên, trên thế giới cho biết quyết định của mình là đúng. Ai không muốn để crack một tên tội phạm lớn tên?Và trong số tất cả người dân Asami xu hướng nhân vật có ảnh hưởng, Takaba không có quyền vô cùng quan trọng để mang lại cho người đàn ông?Ông được ủng hộ bởi bạn bè của mình mà ông cuối cùng đã thú nhận tình hình của mình quá, hỗ trợ và khuyến khích bởi biên tập viên của mình, không phải sở cảnh sát mention_The, mệt mỏi của đang là dẫn đầu bởi một nhà lãnh đạo tham nhũng, đã đứng phía sau anh ta quá.Nhưng với thế giới về phía ông thúc giục ông lên chống lại Asami, Takaba mình không thể tìm thấy ý nghĩa của những gì ông đã làm.Despite whom and what Asami was, despite the malevolent and malicious things he'd bestowed upon others_Including Takbaba_He never wanted to set him up, never wanted to ruin him, never wanted to see the look of death in Asami's eyes.He never wanted to believe Asami had loved him.But his golden orbs said it all. They spoke the silent phrase, and since then, Takaba knew he made a mistake, and a personal one at that.Fixing it was not an option.Some reported that Asami had wriggled his way out of his clash with the law like the snake he was, thus, he returned to his main building in Tokyo.But three days after the incident with Takaba, flames had consumed the tall structure, and any trace of Asami disappeared off the face of the earth. That included his notorious bodyguards as well.His friends celebrated with him during that evening, they toasted to Takaba's freedom.He celebrated with them too, and through the entire night, he'd worn a large smile across his face, flashing it at anyone whom he came into contact with.But on the inside, despite those around him, despite his "freedom"...he felt more alone than ever, he felt empty and void.To him, Asami was dead, therefore, so was his world.No amount of partying or freedom would change that.And since then, for three years straight, he lived the life of a dead man. He lived only to live.Photography no longer guaranteed the thrill it had before and when he'd met Asami, it only guaranteed flashbacks and guilt.
He did it because they paid him to, other than that, he gained no pleasure from the art.

His thoughts swirled in his head, and he feared they would keep him alive until the peaking hours of the morning as they had before.

He considered the sleeping medication his shrink had prescribed for him, but it never did shit for him other than drugging him, and leaving him unbearably tired the next day_Not to mention grumpy.

He could try again to let the darkness consume him, try again to pray for a dreamless sleep where Asami's pain didn't guilt ride him.

Or he could take a stroll…

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

The wind howled through the trees, their ancient leaves whispered to one another as Takaba buried his hands deeply into his pockets and walked down long dirt path.

The cool fall air and the simplicity of the whispering trees soothed him greatly as he continued his lonely stride through the path less traveled. He could smell the thick odor of an impending storm, and decided he would need to cut his escape short if he wanted to avoid pneumonia.

As much as he enjoyed his time away from his cramped apartment and his overly joyous friends, he did not value his time in the hospital.

His lowered head bobbed as he walked a sturdy stride, allowing his instincts to guide him into the sleeping city.

Since Asami's death, the upper class in Tokyo had declined significantly. He was the top dog, and Takaba assumed their rapid declination resulted in rivalry for Asami's position. They most likely killed themselves off.

Therefore, with crime at a record low, walking through the streets of Tokyo at such an hour was no longer advised against.

He walked to the less crowded area of the city, the near vacant area. No longer was he going to sleep, his mind had put that idea behind him an hour ago.

His body wanted to be awake, yearned for a source of energy. Caffeine was his only option, and to his own selfish desire, was the only drug (other than Asami) that he craved.

And to his luck, his instincts took him to one.

He hesitated before the small Tea House, wherever he went, questions ensued. Like the company he followed, his name had it's fair share of spot light too, especially in the media.

He pulled his hoodie over his head and opened the door, he wanted to avoid all necessary conversation.

The scented wall of caffeine and tea associated with Tokyo Tea Shops broadsided him head on. Not many people resided inside of the house, only few occupied the circular tables and benches along the walls. He made to blend with this crowd.

He selected a random table, and to his dismay, it was seated right behind a loud doctor, who so rudely spoke on his phone.

Already, Takaba assumed he was a foreigner, unsure of how to act at such an hour. He ignored the doctor the best he could while the waitress came to take his order.

"Did you try listening to the other session_And of course their actions were operant, he chose to smash his sister's head_No, this was not any sort of disorder, i've tested this patient before, he's just a bad egg, damnit Dmitri, he doesn't need medication, he's just a bad kid who wants attention_No, i'm changing the subject now," thick and smooth, Takaba was mesmerized by the man's flawless English, not to mention, the absence of his accent.

He turned around quickly, and to his surprise, caught the stereotypical Japanese male white coat, which Takaba had caught sight of before, hung over the chair.

The waitress came back and gave Takaba his cup, and left shortly after.

Takaba began to drink, and again, became subjected to the doctors conversation.

"My brother? He was out again? Did you lock his cell Dmitri? of course not, why would you? It's just protocol, nothing important_He wasn't around matches when you found him, was he? He'll burn the place down_I know he says he won't_No, just because he was a businessman doesn't mean you can_He manipulated people for a living Dmitri!" Thunder erupted outside, and the occupants of the small shop looked to the window, including the doctor, "Damnit Dmitri, it's raining! Get the patients inside, and give my brother his dosages_Yes, fight him if you have to, he's a mental patient, you have the authorization_Don't argue! Just do it," the doctor stood abruptly, slamming his change on the table, but at the same time, flashing a kind look at the waitress who came to retrieve his money.

She smiled sheepishly as she came to collect the change.

"Extra?"she murmured.

"For the guy behind me," he turned towards Takaba and offered a smile, "he put up with my converstaion_Okay Dmitri, i'm…"

The instant the man turned around, Takaba could breath again.

That stare, the face, the hair_He looked like Asami, a mirror image of Asami.

The waitress scooped up his cup and money, alerting Takaba that his tab had been paid by the stranger sitting ahead of him.

The doctors coat remained on the seat, and a stiff Takaba made his way to the abandoned piece of attire.

The doctor was already halfway out of the door, but Takaba's shock prevented him from getting the older man's attention.

Instead he surveyed the white material, running his hands over the old fabric.

The doctor was outside now, his coat forgotten as his mind washed completely into his conversation.

A small piece of paper poked out of one of the pockets, and Takaba reached his hand into it, yelping when he felt something else within the depths of the white coat. Pulling out the card, he grabbed another object as well.

An injection.

Slowly, he placed it back in