Thing I Want.Hello…I don't have any

Thing I Want.

Hello…I don't have anything to say… soooooo bored…. Anyway, I've had this idea mulling in my head when I found out that there was a fanfic Finder series area and I screamed like a fan girl. So please enjoy.

I actually own the Viewfinder series, and will make Asami and Takaba end up together…. :'( who am I kidding, I don't own anything and I gain nothing by writing this.

Akihito sadly smiled as he watched the children running around the park, laughing as they climbed up the toy sets, playing on an old roller that had been placed there by the local council for the children's enjoyment. He leaned against the park bench, relaxing as he watch them. This was what he had wanted in life, a wife and a child, someone who he could teach, to love unconditionally no matter what. He always wanted a baby, to be a father.

He felt his chest tightened over the fact that what he wanted, no matter what, he could never have it. Never feeling the joy of holding his baby for the first time, not been able to watch it take its first steps, its first word. He felt the tears run down his face as he watched a little boy with black hair climb the ladder while an older man, most likely his father, standing behind him to ensure his boy didn't fall. Once the boy was up, the father made a dash to the slide, catching the boy when he reached the end. He lifted his over his head, both laughing as he swung the boy around. When he put the boy on the ground, he made a dash to the next playground equipment, father in tow.

Akihito raised his face to the sky, fighting so hard to ensure those tears didn't spill from his eyes, deeply breathing, trying so hard to gain control of his emotions. He was so consumed with trying to gain back control he barely heard the other person approach him until he heard the creak of the park bench as they sat down. Akihito looked next to him, fully prepared to tell the person to go away. His eyes widened as he saw the black suit with golden cufflinks and those hazel eyes practically drilling into his head. Asami did not look too happy.

"Why did you run away?" Akihito looked down, unable to look the man in the eyes, "You knew I would be back soon, yet you ran at the first chance."

Akihito couldn't say anything, he was too frightened. After almost 6 years of been together, he almost couldn't remember the last time Asami had been angry with him. But what he did remember is that it hadn't ended well for him. He heard the man sneer and then the hand grabbed his face, making him look at those angry eyes.

"I thought we had an understanding Akihito," he shivered as Asami said his name, his voice laced with rage, "you don't go anywhere without me." The hand that held his face tightened. "You are mine and nothing in this world will ever change that, do you understand."

Akihito nodded his head as the tears began to fall, all his hard work, flushed down the toilet. The fear over what would happen to him tonight, after years of finally getting Asami to ease down on him, and the un-reachable hopes of been a father seemed to crash down on him at once. He couldn't control himself as he let the tears fall, hitting Asami's hand. This drove Asami to panic. His anger dropped and the pressure of his hand eased up. He brought his other hand to wipe away some of the tears, rubbing his lovers face as gently as possible.

"I'm not going to hurt you like I used to Akihito, you know that. I could never hurt you." This didn't help as he began to cry harder, burying his face in Asami's jacket as his sobs grew louder.

Asami didn't know what to do, having never dealt with an emotional Akihito before. He stroked Akihito's back, hopping to sooth the boy, only it made Akihito cry harder. Asami looked around their surroundings, noticing a lot of parents where staring at them, mainly him, probably wondering what he had done to make the boy cry.

"Akihito lets go home, okay." He helped the boy up, holding him up as they walked to the limo. Once they where in, Asami glanced at Kou, the driver and one of his many personal guards, "Home."

Akihito cried the whole trip, not saying a word, he cried through the lobby, up the elevator and all the way to their apartment. Asami unlocked the door and pushed the weeping Akihito inside; he looked at the guard standing at the door.

"I want no-one to enter, do you understand." The guard nodded his head and Asami entered the room.

He looked over at Akihito, who was now curled on the black couch, his knees hiding his face but not hiding the sobbing sounds that came out of him. Asami sat directly in front of Akihito on the coffee table, he reached over and rubbed Akihito's hand.

"What's wrong Akihito?"

Akihito peaked at Asami over the top, taking deep breathes as he calmed himself to be able to speak. He stared into Asami's, "If I asked for something that would change our lives, would you get it for me?"

Asami stared at the boy, shock was written all over his face. "Why, don't you like things as they are? What could you possibly want?" His face changed to anger. "I have given you everything you-"

"I want a baby!"

Everything went silent. Asami stared at Akihito, who had once again hid his face behind his knees. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been and combed his hand through his hair. Never had the thought of having children appealed to him, thus one of the reasons he started this relationship with Akihito: neither of them could get knocked up no matter how often they went at it. He had never liked the idea of having children, but he hadn't really given Akihito a say in the matter, he had taken him and decided that no-one else could have him.

He had basically taken the choice out of Akihito's hands.

But now, Akihito had made his desires known, which was very rare of him to do, and Asami had no idea what to do about it.

"A baby, you want a baby?" Akihito nodded "Why?"

Akihito sniffed as he raised his head, staring at the wall. "I've always wanted to be a dad…*sob*…I thought by now, I would have a wife…*sniff*…maybe a 3 year old who wants to run around and play. But I don't have anything, I can't have any of it because I want to stay with you and you…ha-ha…you won't let me leave you no matter what." Tears began to fall from his face. "I want someone I can love; I can watch grow up and be proud of. Watch them become successful and find happiness." Akihito was now crying so hard, his voice was breaking but Asami could get the gist of it.

Asami stood over his crying lover, gently placing his hand on his head and rubbing, waiting for the boy to calm down. He listened as Akihito's breathing slowed as he began to calm down, his cries slowly became sobs. Asami looked down at Akihito, thinking carefully about what he was going to say next.

'Would it be so bad?' Asami thought as he continued stroking, waiting until the boy had completely calmed.

"If I give you this, you will have to stop all this 'going after gangsters' bullshit. If you want to continue with your photography, you will have to get a stable job that allows flexible times, I can arrange for you to get a job at a magazine, okay." Akihito nodded, even though he knew it wasn't up for discussion. "You are the one who wants this so you are the one who is going to step up. You play mother, got it?"

Akihito looked up at him "Don't you want anything to do with it if we have one?"

Asami sighed, knowing fully well that Akihito would ask this. "I will assist when I can."

"But you don't want a baby, do you Asami?"

Asami's eyes narrowed down at Akihito, he wasn't sure how he could respond to the question without badly hurting the boy, he could always lie but the boy somehow seemed to know whenever he lied to him. So he decided to avoid the question completely.

"I will prepare everything." Akihito took the hint. "I will organise that the spare room be converted into a nursery, you will tell the designers what you want and they will do it. My men will take you to a bookstore tomorrow; you can buy whatever you want there."

Akihito looked up at Asami as he walked towards the door. "Where are you going?"

Asami looked back at Akihito. "I'm going to sort some things out." And he left.

3 Months Later.

Akihito stared at the woman he was meeting for the first time before him, the bulge showing due to her skin tight dress was a dead give-away that she was pregnant but what had shocked Akihito most about this was that she was pregnant to Asami…his lover…

"Their genetically mine but once they are born, I will organise in the paper that you will be their legal guardian."

Akihito didn't seem to hear anything Asami was saying to him, he just stared at the woman's enlarged stomach where, from what he had heard, were his babies. He was going to be a father, maybe not genetically but they would be his. He so badly wanted to reach out and touch her stomach, just to make sure that this was real, that she was real and that they were real.

He swallowed hard. "Can I touch your stomach?"

The woman just smiled. "Of course, they are yours."

He reached out and rested his hand on her stomach, all under the watchful eye of Asami, laughing as he moved his hand around it.

Asami tuned out as Akihito and Amaterasu began talking, smiling at the fact he had chosen the correct woman to carry their children. He had been careful in his making decision on who would be the biological mother and who would carry the child. He had ensured that every legal loop hole that could cost Akihito into loosing any children they would have was found out and dealt with, if not legally then a couple of hundred or thousand yen was splashed at them and, if that didn't work, a few 'minor' threats against them and their families and everything was dealt with. There was no way Akihito could loose them.

He watched Akihito as he assisted Amaterasu to the lounge-room, asking constantly if she was hungry, or thirst, or if she needed anything. Asami had to admit, Akihi