Harry sighed as he finished cleaning up the kitchen and tried not to flinch as he heard the muffled argument going on upstairs. After the other man, who Akihiko had called Misaki, had finished eating, Akihiko had guided him upstairs with a stern expression on his handsome face. He entirely ignored the smaller male's screeching and seemed used to his flailing limbs as well. He sat carefully on the couch in the living room while wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. If Akihiko did let him use his phone he would call Remus, who would in turn immediately contact Sirius, to come get him.

The only reason he was here was because of the stupid law that Scrimgeour had passed! All male heirs had to reside with their family until they reached the age of 17. ! It was apparently supposed to protect the heirs of families in the aftermath of the war but for Harry, all that meant was a month of torture before he was free. The day after he'd been sent back to the Dursley's Uncle Vernon had packed everyone up and taken them all to Japan where he had been sent to broker a merger with a major construction company. He honestly wasn't all that surprised that they'd left him her while taking his meager belongings back with them. What was surprising was that nobody from the wizarding world had found him. He'd been here since mid-June and it was already March for Merlin's sake!

He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of a door slamming and feet stomping harshly down the stairs. He turned his face hesitantly towards the sound of the noise and jumped slightly when he saw Misaki glaring harshly at him before turning to Akihiko who had apparently followed him downstairs. The yelling began once again.

"Why does it matter what I said to him?! He's just some street rat you picked up!" Misaki screamed into Akihiko's face. The other man didn't even blink at the force and anger behind the words. Instead, he simply pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and lit another one before calmly answering.

"It matters because he hasn't done anything to you except make an exceptionally tasty breakfast from a sad amount of food. He doesn't need this type of aggression and he's perfectly welcome to stay in MY home as long as he would like." Akihiko stated plainly while making sure to emphasize the word 'My' before he turned his way and sent him a small smile which had his face heating up in dark pink blush before he shyly turned his eyes down to his knees.

He didn't look up even when Misaki began yelling again about how Akihiko 'didn't love him anymore' and that he was 'a huge pervert who just wanted to get off'. Harry hated that he was causing problems but what could he do? He wanted to thank Akihiko for saving him and it seemed rude to just up and leave after he had helped him so much. He flinched once again as Misaki slammed his way out of the apartment with an angry shout that he would only be back when he, Harry was gone. He didn't want to cause Akihiko any trouble but it seemed like that was all he was doing. Tears began to gently form at the corners of his eyes.

Harry could feel Akihiko coming to stand in front of him but he refused to look up until one of those large warm hands gently grasped his chin and tilted his head back until he was staring into a concerned lavender gaze.

"Are you alright Harry?" Akihiko questioned softly as he watched the first tear roll down Harry's porcelain cheek. He used his thumb to gently brush it away.

"I don't want to cause you any trouble with your husband..." Harry murmured before trailing off with a watery sniffle as he averted his eyes away from Akihiko. The man was just too handsome and he was causing him problems by being here and he was thinking of Akihiko in a romantic way no less! He'd only just met the man but he felt so safe with him.

He was startled out of his thoughts once again. However, this time it was a deep chuckle that did so. He watched as Akihiko sat next to him on the couch while continuing to laugh. Harry was so confused and he opened his mouth to ask why he was laughing but he was beaten to the punch.

"Misaki is my boyfriend sweetling, not my husband. Although with the way he's been acting I'm not sure if he's my anything anymore." The last part of his comment was mumbled under his breath and he obviously hadn't meant for him to hear it but it made Harry think that the fighting today was common and not actually his fault. Something warm and soft also sparked to life inside his heart at the older man's words but Harry ruthlessly pushed the feelings away. Even if Akihiko and Misaki were having issues there was no way that this gorgeous man would ever like someone as weak and scrawny as he was. Although he did blush a bright pink involuntarily at the endearment that he had been called.

"Do you fight like that often?" Harry inquired timidly as he slowly relaxed from his position and moved to sit facing Akihiko with his legs curled underneath his bum. He picked at the hem of the dress he was wearing while looking shyly at Akihiko who looked weary and tired despite the crisp suit he was wearing. How odd that he was wearing a full suit minus the jacket in hs own home.

"And if you don't mind my asking... Why are you wearing a suit? Are you going somewhere?" This last question was said with a bit of apprehension. He didn't want Akihiko to leave him alone in the apartment.

"Honesty fighting is all that Misaki and I seem to do lately and as for the suit, when Misaki and I first knew each other they were all I wore due to the times we would meet falling just after meetings and such. He simply got used to it and when I tried to begin wearing more casual clothes around him he simply freaked out so now they're almost all I wear." Akihiko explained this all in a quiet, almost resigned, tone of voice that made it seem like he had no choice but to wear the suits.

"I wouldn't mind if you wore something a little more comfortable." Harry mumbled shyly as he continued to twist the fabric of the dress around in his small hands. He looked up once again when he felt Akihiko move. He was pleasantly surprised to find him smiling at him with a gently amazed look in his eyes.

"I think I will. It's been a very long time since someone expressed any actual interest in my comfort." Akihiko smiled once more before he moved upstairs and returned after a few minutes in a well worn looking long sleeved v-neck sweater with and a pair of comfortable looking jeans. He sat back on the couch and turned to Harry once again before he opened his mouth and beginning to ask a multitude of questions.

~~~ Time Skip ~~~

Harry and Akihiko talked for hours, exchanging childhood stories of how they grew up, what they did while in school and anything else they could think of.

Akihiko spoke of his childhood and he comes from a filthy rich background but covets nothing and how his father cheated on his mother before he was born which is how his older half-brother came to be. He even briefly mentioned how he had once had a male tutor who had molested him as a child. He spoke the most fondly of his family butler named Tanaka who Akihiko felt was the only adult who truly cared for him. He did speak of lighter things, however, like how he spent the majority of his childhood alone writing in notebooks. Most assumed it was a journal (at least those who cared enough wonder about him) but it was soon discovered that they were novels. That was how he became a writer. His older brother's friend and later his editor was the one to discover Akihiko's talent. After convincing the teenager to become a novelist it wasn't long before Akihiko was the youngest person ever to win the Naomori Award. Harry was awed at how much Akihiko had overcome and how much he had accomplished. Harry, in turn, opened up about his life with the Dursleys

Harry explained that The Dursleys proudly considered themselves a 'normal' family and despised anything out of the ordinary. They lied to Harry about his parents' death, claiming they had died in a car crash. They also claimed that the lightning-bolt scar on Harry's forehead was from the same car crash his parents died in. Petunia and Vernon forbid Harry from asking questions, particularly those regarding his parents. In addition, the Dursleys refused to have pictures of Lily and James and did their best to avoid the subject of Harry's parents altogether. He briefly mentioned that his parents had actually been targeted by a terrorist and they had been killed by him and that was where he got his scar. Akihiko had been floored by that and Hary quickly explained that his father had actually been a high born lord in England and that's why they were targeted and why his Aunt and Uncle were so bitter about him.

They were both startled from their conversation by the front door abruptly swinging open to reveal a very pretty woman with reddish-brown hair.

"Usami-San! How is the manuscript coming..." She had started off in a very strong tone that was just this side of yelling but it petered off into confused silence as she observed the writer sitting on his couch with a cute person who was very much NOT Misaki.

"Ano... Who's your friend Usami-san?" She asked as she shut the door behind her on auto-pilot and began moving into the room. She set her bag on the couch opposite the two and sat down before looking pointedly at Akihiko who did not look like he was going to be answering anytime soon. Harry decided it best he go ahead and introduce himself.

"I'm Harry Potter. Akihiko has been kind enough to let me stay here." Harry stated softly while extending his hand for her to shake. She did so and Harry was surprised to find that she had a very strong grip. She smiled at him warmly though and he felt himself relax marginally.

"Are you a relative of his then Harry-Chan?" Aikawa asked kindly. "I hear you have a strong British accent unlike this lazy bones over here." She joked lightly while motioning to him with her other hand as she laughed.

"He's not a relative of mine. I found him trying to sleep in a park and I couldn't leave him there so I brought him home with me." Akihiko stated all this with a completely straight face and bland voice. Harry just smiled happily at the memory of how kind and warm Akihiko was while the woman next to him blinked owlishly for a long moment before she seemed to come to her senses and opened her mouth to speak.

"NANI?!"