Chapter Text
Prologue
“You Bastard!” Akihito snapped. “You just got me moved in! And now you’re telling me you want me to leave?!”
Asami growled in frustration. “Would you just shut up and listen to me!” Asami shouted.
Akihito stopped, taken aback by what he had just heard. Never had Asami lost his temper with him like this. Sure, he had annoyed the older man time and time again during their year-and-a-half long cat-and-mouse game they called a relationship. But no matter what, Asami had never lost his temper with him. The yakuza was always a tightly wound ball of complete control. The fact that he had just raised his voice to Akihito scared him more than anything and silenced the photographer.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Asami continued, the control slipping back in to place. “But right now, you need to leave.”
“Why?” the boy asked softly wanting to understand. There were unexpected tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Who would have thought that just a few simple words could wrench his heart so mercilessly.
“The less you know, the better,” was the only answer he received.
“Then I’m not leaving,” the young photographer said with a pout and stormed out of the apartment.
~ ≈ 川 ≈ ~
A week later… the bullets started flying.
~ ≈ 川 ≈ ~