True Love Never Ends...prologue
Hey there. Happy Thanksgiving. This is a new idea that popped into my head, so I wanted to try it out. Please tell me how it is ne minna? I'll wait for your feedback
To many people Asami Ryuichi successful entrepreneur and one of Tokyo's top business men represented a figure, a god amongst lowly humans who was meant to rule and be admired. To one Takaba Akihito he was nothing but a nuisance and a pain to his existence. Damn that bastard, catching me and fucking me till I can't stand and or think anymore. Who the fuck does he think he is? Stupid perverted yakuza bastard. Just you wait you sick son of a bitch, one day I'll become more powerful than you and then, we'll see who gets pounded in. Chuckling at the direction his thoughts were taking turn to the boy didn't notice the direction he was heading to.
"Oi you brat look out!!!"
"Huh?"
Somewhere in the busy streets of Tokyo a woman's shrill scream stopped all flow of life around the area. People dropped what they were doing as they rushed towards the street making a huge pile in the middle of one of the busiest streets in the Roppongi district.
"Quick someone call the ambulance. He isn't breathing anymore. His pulse is slowing down. HURRY UP. Don't worry son we'll get you help as soon as we can."
---In club Sion---
Asami sat behind his signature cherry wood furniture absentmindedly playing with the documents to his latest club. The imported furniture from Milan was the top of the fall line in office decor. It had a smooth satiny finish, and no matter what you did the coat of shine remained intact year after year making the furniture seem like new. For some reason for the past few days his mind has been focusing too much on a certain photographer. Although he never told the boy his true feelings, he thought he did enough to show the brat how he really felt. Honestly, he's still such a child. Thinking about his lover he absently slipped out the picture he took of Akihito during their Hokkaido vacation. It was one of the few rare times when Akihito was smiling his 100 watts smile at him. The boys eyes were shinning in pure happiness and the lips which begged him for more was stretched into a soft smile. In this entire world, no one was as beautiful as his lover. Thank goodness the boy didn't know that he had this picture of him, else Asami would never hear the end of this. Smiling indulgently he was about to put the picture back into his desk, when suddenly the frame slipped out of his hands. The delicate frame made up of expensive french glass shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Usually he was not a a very superstitious person, but somehow this seemed like a sign to him, an omen of things to come. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he meticulously put the pieces away in the trash can swiping the picture into the breast pocket of his coat. Just then the door to his office was slammed open and there stood Kirishima huffing out of breath.
"Kirishima what happened..."
"We have a problem Asami sama. One of the people assigned to watch Takaba kun just called. Seems like he was involved in a terrible acciedent few days agoand is apparantly admitted into the Emergency ward in the Sakurako hospital. As of now..." Kirishima abrubptly stopped. The site before him completely dumfounded him. In front of him sat one of the most powerful man in all of Asia. Currently the very mans face was completely devoid of any expressions and color. He sat in his chair marble white, the knuckles of his hands trembling violently while his eyes were blazing.
As soon as Kirishima told him that his boy was in an accident and apparantly in critical condition his whole world stopped. No way, not his Takaba. The kid had too much spunk and energy in him. Too much life. No this is not true. It can't be true. He can't loose the boy, not after all they've been through. Why wasn't he informed about this before? Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Asami said "Get the car ready. We're going there this instant."
Without a further word Kirishima left the room heading towards the basement. In less than five minutes the car was out and about. They reached the hospital in top time breaking all the traffic rules ever made by mankind. As soon as the car stopped Asami ran out of the car as if the hounds of hell were chasing after him. Skidding to a halt infront of the receptionist desk he barked out "Which room is Takaba Akihito staying in?" The woman who was irritated after working five simultaneous shifts was about to bark back, but the murderous expression on the man's face stopped her.
"R-r-room 104*. But you can't..." she didn't get too far. As soon as the room number was uttered the man walked out of the receptionist area leaving behind a trail of dust. She didn't even get to tell him that it was too late for the kid now. Shaking her head she exhaled softly praying for another innocent who bit the dust before his time.
Time stopped in front of the door he was standing of. His heart suddenly began to beat too loudly, and his throat began to ache. Something was going to happen today, something he won't like. Steeling his resolve he strode towards the room opening the door. The sight before him nearly choking him to death. His boy lied in the bed breathing shallowly, while a myriad of tubes and wires were attached to him. Stepping forward he could see the doctors tending to Akihito giving him gentle care.
The sound of the opening door had the boys eye open. Looking forwards he saw Asami. "R-r-ryuichi?" the boy croaked.
"Ssshh...don't speak. You're still not well. Once you are we'll have plenty to talk." The doctors had already left giving them plenty of privacy.
"N-n-no. I have to talk now. It's i-i-important." Taking a deep breath Akihito continued, "R-r-ryuichi I..." the lights to the heart monitor suddenly began to beep signalling something was wrong with his boys heart beats.
"OI AKIHITO. GET A GRIP. AKIHITO??? LOOK AT ME, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. AKIHITO."
"S-s-so dark. R-r-ryuichi, I....I...."
"Don't speak. DAMNIT DON'T SPEAK. Save your energy. DOCTOR WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??"
"R-r-ryuichi I...l-l-love y...." beeeeeeppppp.......with one last breath the hand in his slacked off and the eyes closed, never to open again.
"Akihito? Hey...wake up?" Frantically shaking his lover Asami got no answer. "WAKE UP YOU DAMNED BRAT. THIS ISN'T FUNNY YOU HEAR ME? WAKE UP DAMNIT."
"Asami sama, it's too late he's already gone."
"Don't give me that crap Kirishima. He can't be gone, his life, his freedom his everything belongs to ME. He can't be gone. HE'S MINE DAMNIT MINE AND I HAVEN'T GIVEN HIM PERMISSION TO LEAVE ME. AKIHITO YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, WAKE UP." He shook Akihito again but received no answer. The body finally slipped from his fingers, the skin as pale and cold as marble and his world once again became dark...Akihito was the last thought that was heard throughout his entire soul.
*104- refers to the asian belief that the number four is the number of death. Given the circumstances I thought this would be a good room number to have.
To many people Asami Ryuichi successful entrepreneur and one of Tokyo's top business men represented a figure, a god amongst lowly humans who was meant to rule and be admired. To one Takaba Akihito he was nothing but a nuisance and a pain to his existence. Damn that bastard, catching me and fucking me till I can't stand and or think anymore. Who the fuck does he think he is? Stupid perverted yakuza bastard. Just you wait you sick son of a bitch, one day I'll become more powerful than you and then, we'll see who gets pounded in. Chuckling at the direction his thoughts were taking turn to the boy didn't notice the direction he was heading to.
"Oi you brat look out!!!"
"Huh?"
Somewhere in the busy streets of Tokyo a woman's shrill scream stopped all flow of life around the area. People dropped what they were doing as they rushed towards the street making a huge pile in the middle of one of the busiest streets in the Roppongi district.
"Quick someone call the ambulance. He isn't breathing anymore. His pulse is slowing down. HURRY UP. Don't worry son we'll get you help as soon as we can."
---In club Sion---
Asami sat behind his signature cherry wood furniture absentmindedly playing with the documents to his latest club. The imported furniture from Milan was the top of the fall line in office decor. It had a smooth satiny finish, and no matter what you did the coat of shine remained intact year after year making the furniture seem like new. For some reason for the past few days his mind has been focusing too much on a certain photographer. Although he never told the boy his true feelings, he thought he did enough to show the brat how he really felt. Honestly, he's still such a child. Thinking about his lover he absently slipped out the picture he took of Akihito during their Hokkaido vacation. It was one of the few rare times when Akihito was smiling his 100 watts smile at him. The boys eyes were shinning in pure happiness and the lips which begged him for more was stretched into a soft smile. In this entire world, no one was as beautiful as his lover. Thank goodness the boy didn't know that he had this picture of him, else Asami would never hear the end of this. Smiling indulgently he was about to put the picture back into his desk, when suddenly the frame slipped out of his hands. The delicate frame made up of expensive french glass shattered into hundreds of pieces.
Usually he was not a a very superstitious person, but somehow this seemed like a sign to him, an omen of things to come. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he meticulously put the pieces away in the trash can swiping the picture into the breast pocket of his coat. Just then the door to his office was slammed open and there stood Kirishima huffing out of breath.
"Kirishima what happened..."
"We have a problem Asami sama. One of the people assigned to watch Takaba kun just called. Seems like he was involved in a terrible acciedent few days agoand is apparantly admitted into the Emergency ward in the Sakurako hospital. As of now..." Kirishima abrubptly stopped. The site before him completely dumfounded him. In front of him sat one of the most powerful man in all of Asia. Currently the very mans face was completely devoid of any expressions and color. He sat in his chair marble white, the knuckles of his hands trembling violently while his eyes were blazing.
As soon as Kirishima told him that his boy was in an accident and apparantly in critical condition his whole world stopped. No way, not his Takaba. The kid had too much spunk and energy in him. Too much life. No this is not true. It can't be true. He can't loose the boy, not after all they've been through. Why wasn't he informed about this before? Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Asami said "Get the car ready. We're going there this instant."
Without a further word Kirishima left the room heading towards the basement. In less than five minutes the car was out and about. They reached the hospital in top time breaking all the traffic rules ever made by mankind. As soon as the car stopped Asami ran out of the car as if the hounds of hell were chasing after him. Skidding to a halt infront of the receptionist desk he barked out "Which room is Takaba Akihito staying in?" The woman who was irritated after working five simultaneous shifts was about to bark back, but the murderous expression on the man's face stopped her.
"R-r-room 104*. But you can't..." she didn't get too far. As soon as the room number was uttered the man walked out of the receptionist area leaving behind a trail of dust. She didn't even get to tell him that it was too late for the kid now. Shaking her head she exhaled softly praying for another innocent who bit the dust before his time.
Time stopped in front of the door he was standing of. His heart suddenly began to beat too loudly, and his throat began to ache. Something was going to happen today, something he won't like. Steeling his resolve he strode towards the room opening the door. The sight before him nearly choking him to death. His boy lied in the bed breathing shallowly, while a myriad of tubes and wires were attached to him. Stepping forward he could see the doctors tending to Akihito giving him gentle care.
The sound of the opening door had the boys eye open. Looking forwards he saw Asami. "R-r-ryuichi?" the boy croaked.
"Ssshh...don't speak. You're still not well. Once you are we'll have plenty to talk." The doctors had already left giving them plenty of privacy.
"N-n-no. I have to talk now. It's i-i-important." Taking a deep breath Akihito continued, "R-r-ryuichi I..." the lights to the heart monitor suddenly began to beep signalling something was wrong with his boys heart beats.
"OI AKIHITO. GET A GRIP. AKIHITO??? LOOK AT ME, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. AKIHITO."
"S-s-so dark. R-r-ryuichi, I....I...."
"Don't speak. DAMNIT DON'T SPEAK. Save your energy. DOCTOR WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??"
"R-r-ryuichi I...l-l-love y...." beeeeeeppppp.......with one last breath the hand in his slacked off and the eyes closed, never to open again.
"Akihito? Hey...wake up?" Frantically shaking his lover Asami got no answer. "WAKE UP YOU DAMNED BRAT. THIS ISN'T FUNNY YOU HEAR ME? WAKE UP DAMNIT."
"Asami sama, it's too late he's already gone."
"Don't give me that crap Kirishima. He can't be gone, his life, his freedom his everything belongs to ME. He can't be gone. HE'S MINE DAMNIT MINE AND I HAVEN'T GIVEN HIM PERMISSION TO LEAVE ME. AKIHITO YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, WAKE UP." He shook Akihito again but received no answer. The body finally slipped from his fingers, the skin as pale and cold as marble and his world once again became dark...Akihito was the last thought that was heard throughout his entire soul.
*104- refers to the asian belief that the number four is the number of death. Given the circumstances I thought this would be a good room number to have.