Omake – Chapter 1

Zero Hour Omake Ch1AN: In this Omake, Asami and Akihito do meet and Asami takes him home. I don’t know about all of you but it’s nice to see Asami and Akihito together again after that rather dark story. This first chapter is PG but the rest of the story will be full of NC-17 goodness! I wrote this Omake as a present to all of you for sticking with me while Zero Hour was being posted. I appreciate your reading my story. Enjoy!

Alternate Universe Epilogue to Zero Hour

A teenager with long dark ponytailed hair wearing a baseball cap stood on the corner of a busy street in West Shinjuku.  Holding his father’s Pentex camera steady, he could see three men coming towards him in his viewfinder.

All old men in suits, he thought.  Nothing interesting there.  He lowered the camera, looking in the other direction.  He was waiting for his sensei and hoped he would arrive soon.  He was hungry and wanted to get a snack.

He raised the camera again in the direction of the old men still walking towards him.  The picture was blurry.  He began sharpening focus when a large dark shape appeared in front of him.  He looked up.

A huge man stood in front of him, blocking his view of the sidewalk.  The man grabbed his camera.

“Hey!  Give that back to me!  It’s mine!” Takaba Akihito shouted.

“Don’t take pictures, kid,” said the man, holding the camera out of reach.  Akihito looked up at the man towering over him.  He was seriously huge and seriously scary.

“Just…give me back my camera, okay?  I won’t take any more pictures,” he said, deciding it would be best to be polite.

The man hesitated.  “Give him back his camera, Suoh,” said a beautiful, deep baritone voice.  Akihito tried to look at the owner of the voice but the man blocked his view.

“No more pictures, kid,” said Suoh handing him back his camera.  Akihito could hear car doors opening.  The man went to a limo with blacked out windows and got inside on the front passenger side.

“Yeah.  Right,” said Akihito.  He looked at the men, trying to pick out the owner of the voice but almost all them were already in the car.  A man with longish dark hair was getting into the driver’s side as Akihito turned away.  His sensei was down the street, coming towards him.  He heard the car start.  Akihito waved at his sensei and walked forward. He felt a strange jolt in the deepest core of his body, making him stop. He stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. He realized he wanted to see the owner of that voice.  At that moment, a large crowd of people enveloped him coming from the other direction.  He was just about to turn to face the departing car when someone in the crowd bumped into him.

“Sorry.  No, that was my fault,” said the man.  Another old man, Akihito thought.  The man seemed large though Akihito could see he wasn’t huge.  He had short dark hair, an angular face, and wore rectangular glasses.  The man looked at Akihito closely.  “You okay, kid?”

“Um.  Yeah, I’m fine.  No hard feelings,” said Akihito.  The crowd around them was starting to dissipate.

“Good, see you around,” said the man, smiling.  He had perfect white teeth.

“Uh yeah, okay,” said Akihito.  He watched him walk away then turned towards his sensei.


Asami was looking out the window as they were pulling away.  He’d seen the kid with the long dark ponytail and baseball cap, holding the camera just before the crowd of people had swallowed him up.  He watched as the crowd thinned out.  The kid was still there though he had his back to him so he couldn’t see his face.  Asami let his eyes take in the kid’s body.  He wasn’t that tall but his body was long and lanky all the same.

“Who’s that?  The owner of the camera?” asked Asami.  He was looking back behind them now.  For some reason he wanted to see his face but the kid was still turned away from him.

“Just some young kid, Asami-sama.  The camera probably doesn’t even belong to him,” said Suoh.

“Even so you were right to give it back to him,” said Asami absently.  He saw the kid walk up to an older man, probably his father or sensei.  They turned together to walk up the street in the opposite direction.  Asami got up in the seat and looked out the back window, surprising everyone.  Even if he turned to look towards the limo now he still wouldn’t see his face.  He watched the kid walk away for a few moments longer then he sat back down.  He considered telling Taniguchi to turn around so they could drive by but his cell phone rang.  He answered without saying anything.  “Thanks,” he said and then he clicked the phone shut.

“Was that Kei, Asami-sama?” asked Suoh.

“Yes, he’s going to meet us at the club.”

Asami glanced out the car window at the crowded street.  Another kid in a baseball cap walked by, not the same one, of course.  This one had short hair.  Asami thought about glancing back again but they were now a couple of blocks away.  He settled back in his seat.

“What did the kid look like?” asked Asami.  There was a silence before Suoh replied.

“Just some young kid with long hair, Asami-sama.  He had an attitude at first but calmed down.”

“And how old was he?”

“Uh.  Don’t know.  Maybe sixteen.  Is there a problem?”

“No.” Asami pulled out a Dunhill and lit it, staring out the car window.  He exhaled the smoke, glancing back again.  “Pull the car around.  I want to see that kid.”

“What?” said Taniguchi.

Silence.  Asami leaned forward, speaking slowly.  “I said I want to see that kid.”

“Yes, of course.  Sorry, Asami-sama.”  Taniguchi pulled the car around and they went back the way they came.  They passed Maseo who was standing in the middle of another crowd of people, watching the limo drive by.  No one in the car noticed him at all.

They continued down the street until Asami spotted the kid and the older man walking on the sidewalk opposite of them.  Asami slid to the other side of the car.  He could see the kid’s profile but he wouldn’t turn towards him.  He had to see his face, his eyes.  At that moment, the kid turned towards the car but he was still too far away and his baseball cap covered half his face.  The kid stopped walking and then shoved the camera at the older man.  Glancing in the direction of traffic, the kid quickly and nimbly cross the street even though the street was crowded with fast moving cars.  He made it to the sidewalk closest to them, moving along to keep pace with the limo.

“Pull over.  Now!” barked Asami.  Taniguchi pulled the car over.  The kid stopped too.  Asami caught his breath.  The kid walked purposefully to the car and stared into his blacked out window.  Asami knew he couldn’t see him but he felt as if he were looking right at him anyway.  He still couldn’t really see his eyes but he saw that he had a lovely mouth.  Asami felt himself twitch.  He liked young men, but young boys?  No, that was too much.


Akihito stared into the blacked out window.  He felt like he was daring the occupant of the car to do something.  He had to see him, hear his voice again.  The window rolled down and Akihito was staring at a pair of beautiful light brown piercing eyes.  He felt the jolt again.

“Let me see your face,” said the man.  Akihito took a breath at the sound of his voice.  He pulled off his cap and stared at him.

The man smiled slightly.  “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“You look younger,” said the man.  Akihito took another step closer.  He wanted to be near him.   He didn’t know why.  He felt open, transparent even.  The feeling was unfamiliar yet compelling.  He kept stepping forward until he was right at the window then he looked down at the man, drinking in his face.  The man in turn let his eyes take in his face and body.  Akihito didn’t mind.

“Your eyes,” the man said, “they have a—”

“Akihito!” shouted the older man who had finally crossed the street.  “Come away from that car!  Now!”

“Your name’s Akihito?”

He nodded.  “Yes, what’s your—?”

The limo door opened.  Akihito stepped back and then the man grabbed him.  He opened his hand, dropping his cap onto sidewalk as he was pulled into the car. Then the door shut and the man gave orders to drive on.  Akihito heard his sensei shouting his name as they pulled away but he didn’t look back.  The man was holding him, their mouths very close together.  Akihito swallowed but didn’t move.  A warmth surged through his body.  The man released him, gently pushing him onto the car seat.  Akihito just sat, looking up at him.  He’d liked the feel of the man’s hands on him.  He didn’t understand what was happening yet at the same time he knew something important was coming.

“Cancel my appointments and take me home,” the man said.

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