Herp derp. Hello everyone! How are you all? This is my third fan fiction and I hope you all enjoy it! Just a WARNING for all of you (if you didn't read the description)…I killed Akihiko. ;u; I know. You can all hate me but I think this is going to turn out to be a wonderful story and I hope you stay around. Anyway, enjoy!

Gentle sound of raindrops could be heard as they hit the mass of umbrella from below. Every once in a while, a stray raindrop would miss the umbrella and fall onto the person below. To someone, it might look like a tear, and maybe it was. Perhaps the rain fell on a person as if to say "Go on, cry! It's ok." Or maybe, just maybe, the heavens themselves were crying. Either way, Misaki didn't care. It was rain to him, nothing more.

As Misaki stood under the umbrella his green, almost lifeless, eyes continued to stare at the polished tombstone that sat in front of him. Yes, Misaki was standing in a cemetery. Yes, this was a funeral. And the name on the stone? Usami Akihiko.

"-And he was too young to be taken from us," the priest said as he looked at the urn in front of him. After taking a pause, the man then started again. "Akihiko was a good man; blessed by family and friends…he will be greatly missed." Following those words Usami Fuyuhiko and Haruhiko stepped forward. Leaning down they both took ahold of the urn and gently placed it in the compartment directly below the headstone.

As this took place, tears began to build in the corner of Misaki's eyes and within seconds they were spilling over. So many memories were flooding into Misaki's mind of him and Usagi: The first time they met, the first time they made love (or molestation if you want to get technical). The time they went for a ride in the Ferris wheel or the time they spent an entire night together in the sleeping car of a train. All of these memories were coming back to Misaki, and all he could do was cry. The love of his life was gone.

Soon, though, Misaki felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. Turning his head he noticed that it was Takahiro. He had a sad look on his face, but he gave his younger brother a reassuring smile. It helped a little bit, but not that much.

"We should go Misaki," Takahiro said in a soothing voice. - There was no response – "Misaki, we need to leave, you're going to catch a cold. Besides everyone is leaving so come o-"

"Not yet," Misaki muttered in a feeble voice, his eyes still fixated on the tombstone about thirty feet away. Takahiro opened his mouth to object, and barely got out a sound before Misaki started again. "I said not yet!" This time Misaki's voice was harsher, and much louder. Turning to Takahiro, Misaki looked up at him with desperate eyes.

Takahiro didn't understand! He didn't know the type of relationship Misaki and Akihiko had been in. He couldn't possibly know that Misaki couldn't just leave. If he did, his heart might burst. Misaki had to say goodbye, even if it took all night. To be truthful, no one knew the pain Misaki was going through. No one knew that Akihiko was Misaki's love, except for the Usami family and Aikawa. Everyone else thought Misaki was just another friend or fan, come to mourn the loss with everyone else.

"Alright," Takahiro relied as he put his hand back on Misaki's shoulder. "I'll wait for you in the car," the older brother said as he turned to walk away, leaving Misaki alone while others gathered around him in various spots.

A heavy sigh escaped Misaki's lips as he stared at the top of the urn. This was the last time Misaki would be this close to Usagi, it saddened him. The grip that Misaki had on his umbrella soon loosened as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks. All of Misaki's cloths were getting soaked, but he didn't care. The rain soon stopped hitting Misaki and when he looked up he saw a girl around his age. She was holding a large umbrella and was dressed in a beautiful black Kimono. Kaoruko Usami.

"Hey Misaki," Kaoruko said softly as she looked at Misaki with sympathetic eyes. "What are you doing back here? The family said you could come to the front with the rest of us," the girl said.

"Oh, sorry." Misaki muttered as he wiped away the tears from his eyes. "I didn't want to intrude on your family. I really don't belong up there anyway."

"Yes you do!" Kaoruko said, her voice laced with hurt and disappointment. It was quiet as Misaki drooped his head, his eyes now fixated on his feet. "You know," Kaoruko said softly, breaking the silence. "I'm surprised you're here. When you didn't show up at the cremating ceremony I was worried, we all were. I went to the apartment that night to see you but Akihiko's editor was there. She said you were sleeping so I just left."

"Sorry," Misaki muttered. "It's been hard."

"I know it has," the girl said as she grabbed the soaked Misaki, bringing him in for a hug. "Is it ok if I stop buy tomorrow morning before I leave to go back school?"

"That would be nice." Misaki said, forcing a fake smile.

"Alright, see you soon." Kaoruko said as she released Misaki from her grasp. Leaning down she then took hold of Misaki's fallen umbrella and handed it back to the boy. "Take care," she called as she turned around and walked away.

"Take….care…"Misaki muttered as he watched the girl leave. Now Misaki was alone again. When he had someone to talk to, the pain was not nearly as bad, it distracted him. Now, though, oh now the pain was great. All Misaki wanted to do was cry, that was it. Building up enough courage, Misaki finally began to move. It was time to say his final goodbye.

After the agenizing steps it took to get to the tombstone, Misaki stopped. There, in front of him was Akihiko's father and brother. They both had solemn looks on their faces, but they seemed to be pre-occupied at the moment, for they were talking to some of the guests. Misaki decided to wait his turn.

"Oh, Misaki," Fuyuhiko called out after the last guest left. This broke the silence, bringing Misaki back to earth. Bringing his gaze upward, Misaki saw Akihiko's father. When the two made eye contact a small smile spread across the man's face. "Misaki," he said again. "It's good to see you! I'm so glad you came."
"Yeah," Misaki said nervously. From the previous times Misaki and Fuyuhiko had spoken, Misaki had gotten the feeling that the man did not like him, so this conversation was fairly awkward. How did Father Usami view him now? "I'm sorry for not making it to the cremation," Misaki then spoke. "I w-was really busy with school and work," Misaki stated, his voice shaking. This boy told such terrible lies.

"That's fine, I understand," the old man said with a soft smile. He could see through Misaki's statement with ease, but he wasn't going to push anything. Misaki had his reasons, he understood. "I'm just glad you could come. It's good to see your face." Fuyuhiko then paused for a moment as he studied the young boy's face. "Oh," he then muttered. "I did want to talk to you about Akihiko's home."

"Oh!" Misaki muttered his voice cracking as he spoke. "I will get out of his house soon. I'm still looking for an apartment that I can afford." Misaki spoke. He tried to keep a calm composure as he talked to the older man, but he couldn't. Misaki was breaking apart at the seams. Soon the tears began to flood out of Misaki's green eyes. His sobs were hushed as he bent his head downward. There was no way he could look at Akihiko's father like this, it was humiliating.

As Misaki wept, he felt a long arm wrap around half of his body and soon he found himself being pushed into the chest of Fuyuhiko. "Misaki," the elder man cooed, "It's okay. You can stay in that apartment for as long as you want." – It was silent for a moment.

"I-I miss him so much," Misaki cried out. He had to tell someone, no one else knew about him and Akihiko. Since his father did, he figured that it was safe. "I miss him so much," Misaki said again. "It's so hard. I keep waking up, thinking it's a dream, but…it's not."

"I know Misaki," the man said. "We all miss him."

"I know," Misaki said as he finally pulled his face away from Fuyuhiko's chest. Wiping away the tears, Misaki half smiled. "I know you miss him to. Sorry for not considering you," he then muttered, gripping the handle of his umbrella a little tighter. How could he be so insensitive?

"It's alright," Fuyuhiko said calmly. It was quiet for a moment as the two looked at each other. Was all of Fuyuhiko's anger towards Misaki gone? "Well, you better get going," the old man then said. "You don't want to catch a cold."

"You're right," Misaki said, forcing a smile. "Thanks." He then muttered as he turned from Lord Usami and walked to wards Takahiro's car.

"See you later," the old man called after.

As Misaki trudged along the small pathway towards the car, he head his name called out rather loudly. Looking up he saw a red-haired woman bounding toward him. Aikawa.

"Misaki!" The woman said again when she got closer. "Oh, sorry!" the woman said as both of their umbrella's collided.

"It's fine." Misaki mumbled.

"That's good!" She said looking down at the small male. "I just wanted to know if I should come over tonight. Since your brother is here I figured I shouldn't, but I just wanted to know."

"You don't have to, everything will be fine." Misaki said, putting on the fake smile.

"Are you sure?" Aikawa asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Yea," Misaki said, nodding in response.

"Alright then, see you later!" Aikawa said as she turned, waving at Misaki as she left.

The rest of the walk back to the car seemed very long for Misaki pondered on the service that had just taken place. It was nice, a bit flamboyant, and maybe not the way Akihiko would have liked it, but it was still…nice. Looking up, Misaki opened the car door, folded his umbrella, and stepped in the car. The cold air conditioning stung Misaki's skin as he pulled on his seatbelt. Soon his wet close began to get cold, Misaki was shivering fiercely.

"Do you want me to turn it off?" Takahiro asked as he continued to drive.

"No, it's fine." Misaki muttered, hugging his body with his cold arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Misaki muttered again. It was quite for a moment before Takahiro reached out a hand and turned off the air.

"I SAID I'M FINE!" Misaki growled as he quickly leaned forward and flipped the AC on high. "Brother never listens," Misaki thought as he closed his leaned back and looked out of the window. Everything they passed was a blur to Misaki as he looked out the window with an empty stare. Soon enough the car stopped and when he looked up he saw that the car had stopped at the apartment entrance.

"Thanks," Misaki grumbled as he leaned down to take off his seatbelt.

"Yeah, no problem," Takahiro said softly. As Misaki was about to close the door, Takahiro spoke up again. "Hey Misaki. Do you want me to stay with you tonight? I'll just have to call my wi-"

"No, it's fine." Misaki answered. "I'll be ok."

"Are you sure?" Takahiro asked, trying to be nice.

"Yes! I'm fine!" Misaki hissed as he slammed the door of the car, making his short trek in the rain till he reached the inside of the building.

On the ride up to the apartment, thought the elevator, Misaki held his arms and rocked back and forth. Hiccup noises could be heard from Misaki, but they weren't hiccups, but sobs. Misaki had cried too much. He could no longer produce tears. Once the doors opened, Misaki walked forward, and punched in the code to the apartment.

As the door swung open, Misaki sucked in a deep breath. It was dark in there, it felt cold, and it looked…lonely. Making his way into the apartment, Misaki dropped his umbrella on the floor, took off his suit coat and pants and made his way up the stairs. He needed to sleep. He felt like shit.

On his way to his bedroom, Misaki stopped for a moment. To his right was the door to Usagi's room. Misaki hadn't been in there since the incident. Biting his lip, Misaki extended an arm and slowly opened the door.

Everything was as Akihiko had left it. The smell of him still hung in the air and it tickled Misaki's nose. Moving one foot after another Misaki slowly make his way to the bed. With one swift (or rather sluggish) movement, Misaki fell on the bed. Pressing his face into the pillow Misaki took in a deep, inhaling the heavenly smell.

"I miss you," Misaki muttered as he took in another deep breath, savoring the aroma that was entering his nose. "I miss you," Misaki muttered again as he lay still in his cold, wet shirt and damp boxers. He didn't feel a need to change, it was too much work. Misaki thought he could just warm up with the blanket that was on the bed.

"Usagi…" Misaki cried as he closed his eyes, holding the pillow tightly to his body.

End of chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I believe it sets the stage! I should be updating soon. With that said, have a nice week! ;u;