The start of a new Romantica fanfiction. Please read and review, I'd love to hear what you think ^.^ This will turn into a fiction of at least twenty five chapters.

'In Which Misaki Revolts'

"I'm straight."

It took a good minute or so for the words to truly affect Akihiko. In a flash, there were images of Misaki moaning in his arms, their sweat stroking together, their tongues and lips, their entire bodies entwined in agonised pleasure… Akihiko in Misaki, sucking Misaki…

Akihiko swallowed.

Other images, softer and yet somehow lovlier, filtered into his now corybantic mind. The both of them on the sofa in the tangerine rays of the dying sun, laughing together about some stupid idiot on TV. Their simultaneous disgust with a new recipe Misaki had tried. Going shopping together… Hell, even the time Misaki broke his arm and Akihiko had just helped him wash in the shower. He hadn't made any inappropriate moves on him or anything… well, not until much later. That had to count for something.

Akihiko almost sensed the ghosts of their former selves on the sofa to his right as he stood frozen on the spot. He risked laughing, felt the hint of a smile touch his lips…

But Misaki looked so deadly serious. There had not been any tone of maliciousness or jest in his voice. No denial in there either.

Just basic, brutal honesty.

"When… When did you work this out?" Akihiko managed to say, quiet and low as he stared down at the polished floor by Misaki's feet. He noticed the boy had his sneakers on…

"Last night," Misaki replied instantly. Akihiko looked up at him, trying to provoke a quaver of uncertainty in the boy. But Misaki held firm. "It came to me."

"After, during or before we fucked?" Akihiko asked, not willing to sieve the spite out of his voice. He watched Misaki flinch and blush and got a warped sort of kick out of it. In that moment, he saw too that Misaki had his coat on…

"A-After," Misaki said.

"I see…" Akihiko muttered, sliding his glasses off and polishing the lenses on his purple sweater. He didn't say anything more. For more than two minutes, both men stood there, silent and unyielding. Several times, Akihiko heard Misaki take a breath and then choke on his words, but he remained polishing his glasses.

And then the sound of the door banging shut… the elevator doors pinging open from the hallway… the elevator doors hushing shut…

Akihiko stopped polishing his glasses.

But did nothing else.

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