Title : Hidden IdentityChapter 1/?P

Title : Hidden Identity
Chapter 1/?
Pairing: AsamixAkihito
Summary :What if Akihito is not just a mere photographer but has a prestige family background?
Disclaimer: All characters from viewfinder series doesnt belong to me, they belong to yamano sensei
Acknowledgements: randrews25 for helping me check and correct a few typos and grammatical errors

Akihito yawned as he awakened on a huge king sized bed. The hint of dawn seemed friendlier than usual with its gentle warmth caressing his skin. He gazed blankly around the master bedroom and let out a loud sigh, reaching out to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, he breathed deeply in attempt to calm himself.

‘This really sucks… Just when I thought I’ve put everything behind me…’He let out a groan, recalling the nightmare that he just had. He’s been haunted more than often lately by these painful dreams that echoed his past. He didn’t want to remember them nor dwell in them but his subconscious mind was disobeying his will.


A slight movement on the soft mattress broke his trance. His eyes grazed the toned body of his lover who stirred gently and resume his slumber. He laid a hand carefully on the man’s face, wondering why the peaceful expression displayed at this very moment was never revealed outside bed. Akihito shook his head with a soft chuckle. It was impossible for this man to have a gentle face in public, not that he was grumpy or scowling all the time, at least in his presence the man was always cheeky and passionate.

This man was the Asami Ryuichi, the unstoppable drug lord who stood at the peak of Japan’s gokudo *Underground. A man of such rank had to constantly maintain the strict image of perfection to conceal his emotions, any signs of weakness could be fatal. If it wasn’t for the occasional display of annoyance and mischief, Akihito could’ve swore that Asami had one too many Botox injections.

Akihito unconsciously inched closer to caress the jet black hair of his sleeping companion. It was something that he would never dare do when the Asami was awake, messing up the well styled hair of a yakuza is perhaps the last thing one would ever do. Well, not that Asami would kill him but certain methods of punishment would definitely be installed, and he definitely didn’t want to be bed driven for days.

He loved the man. Ever since he surrendered willingly to him in that hotel when Fei Long abducted his two friends, he already acknowledged his feelings, but he would never allow himself to speak of it due to his pride. However, in a recent chain of embarrassing accidents, he had finally gave a verbal confession of love for Asami, something he would never get over with until this very day.

It all started with a simple stroll in the Shunjuku district. He was hunting for a new camera lens that day and was thrilled to get his favourite one for two thirds of the original price. As he was happily cherishing the moment of his new found fortune he caught sight of Asami on the opposite street with an beautiful youth attached to his arm. The young male was chuckling and hugging the older man while the latter returned a few smiles and hugs. Akihito’s jaw dropped.

Before any sense of logic could cross his mind, jealousy and rage had consumed him. He ran charged towards the duo and yanked the youth away from his lover instinctively. The other boy stared at him blankly, not knowing how to respond.

Akihito ignored his assumed rival. He gripped Asami’s tie firmly and pulled the man towards himself. "How dare you cheat on me? After I finally put aside my doubts to love you! You bastard!”


A smirk quickly replaced the yakuza’s stunned expression. Asami gave the photographer a sudden jerk and held him firmly in his arms. With an arm still encircling the younger man’s waist, Asami lifted Akihito’s head gently and planted a long passionate kiss on the pouting lips. The golden eyes shone gleefully at his lover. “I knew you would eventually come to terms with it… But I never dreamt it to happen in the middle of the crowded street.”


Akihito felt his heart stopped. He quickly pushed away from the man’s embrace and began to run. Unfortunately, he was caught before he made the first step. Unwilling to admit his defeat, he blushed and struggled with all his might.

Asami dragged his protesting lover back towards the other boy and rested a hand on his waist. "Hiroki, meet my lover, Takaba Akihito...”

“Ah… “ Hiroki replied rather knowingly with an amused tone, “So this is the feisty kitten you’ve been talking about, Ryuichi Oji-sama? You’ve got good taste!”


Akihito’s jaw dropped for the second time. “O… Oji-sama?!” He couldn’t believe he sold himself out so easily for something so trivial.

The sight of a flustered Akihito made Hiroki chuckled loudly. The photographer was just adorable. He dived in,snatched Akihito from Asami’s arms and hugged him tightly. “You’re just too cute!” He exclaimed, ruffling the soft hazel hair.

A soft cough from Asami reminded Hiroki of his manners. He immediately released Akihito and shook the latter’s hand. “Pardon me for being rude, my name is Hiroki Anderson, Ryuichi oji-san’s nephew. I’ve heard a lot about you, Takaba-san! I’ve been dying to meet you at least once!”

“Uh… Hi…” Akihito rubbed the back of his own head sheepishly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Hmm… You seemed a lot younger than I thought you’ll be… You’re… 22?”

“24…”

“Eh? That’s the same as me!” Hiroki gripped Akihito’s hands firmer, “Can I call you Aki-chan then?”

"Er… I don’t really mind I guess.” Akihito returned his smile, not minding Hiroki’s forthrightness. After all, his name suggested that he wasn’t local and he didn’t expect him to understand the complexity of Japanese social manners.


“You…” Hiroki inched closer towards him and observed him carefully. “Have I seen you before? You seemed… familiar… Have you ever been to England?”

Akihito’s body tensed at the name of the country. “No, of course not…” He forced himself to laugh as if the statement was obviously wrong.

“Hiroki…” Asami interrupted with an impatient growl. “Don’t you have a plane to catch? Don’t say I didn’t warm you but your dad said that he’ll lock you up for a month if you make him miss the plane.”

“Oh bugger!” Hiroki exclaimed, "I should be off then”” He quickly walked towards one of Asami’s limo, but just as he was about to enter, he turned back one last time and eyed the photographer suspiciously. “Aki-chan… You sure you haven’t been to England?”

“He said no, Hiroki. Now go!” Asami waved.

“…” Hiroki jumped into the car without further arguments. His eyes never left the photographer even as the driver sped off.

“Where’s he from?” Akihito asked finally with his eyes still fixed on the diminishing dot that was drifting further and further away.

“From Britain,” Asami replied blandly, pulling Akihito towards the second limo, “My sister married an Englishman and settled down with him in London. He drops by every now and then when his father comes for business trips.”

“Looks like he really likes his Ryuichi Oji-san.” Akihito commented once they were inside the limo.

“That’s because…” a smirk spread on the yakuza’s face, “I’m one of the few who could afford hospitality for the black hole of gourmet Japanese food. That kid can really eat when it comes to the food he loves.”

“Sounds like you like him a lot as well to pamper him that much.” Akihito giggled, earning himself a glare from his lover.

“Well I guess there isn’t much nice Japanese food over there.” He quickly added before looking out of the window. ‘England huh? Of course I’ve been there… I guess no one thought an average photographer like me would’ve anything to do with that place. I wonder how it’s changed since then?’

”You seemed interested.” Asami interrupted his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Do you want to go to London?” Asami grinned, “I can take a week off to bring you there for a honeymoon trip.”

“No thanks… It’s the last place on earth I want to go right now.” And he meant it, he couldn’t deal with his past just yet.

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‘Well that was 2 months ago...’Akihito shook his head with a sigh, unknowingly flinging droplets of sweat onto his lover’s bare chest. He was glad he didn’t have the habit of wearing his family crest or else Hiroki would’ve figured out his true identity easily. It’s all in the past now and he is unwilling to look back, all that matters is having a peaceful life in the present.

He carefully moved away from the bed and walked towards the living room. With his eyes fixed on the camera bag placed behind the large leather sofa. Picking up the bag, he slowly placed himself into the luxury seating and opened a secret compartment within the bag and recovered a platinum chain with a dangling pendant.

"The Ootori’s family crest” he whispered softly, eyes still trained on the round pendant. The pendant was peculiar, it bears and oriental dragon encircling a phoenix with large ruby shield embedded into its chest.

Akihito was once tempted to pawn this piece of junk. It’s platinum chain and pendant base alone was pricey enough, least to say about the fine craftsmanship and the amount of precious gems dearer to diamonds embedded into the phoenix and dragon, the cheapest starting price for auction would probably be about £20,000. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it, it was the only thing that proved the existence of his seemingly unreal memories.

‘Who would’ve thought? That I was once acquainted with that family? The family that boast control over the economy of Asia, Europe... and dare I say, the world…’he mocked himself silently, ’Well not that it matters anymore. It’s all in the past now. That family had abandoned me… and I had left them behind… I’m walking forward now and I won’t look back.’


Rustling sounds from the bedroom startled him.