"I hear chibi-tan is lying in bed with a fever." An arm slithers around Usami's shoulders and the man's least favorite person is whispering softly in his ear. Usami shakes the man off, a scowl replacing the dreamy smile and his eyes hardening when he turns to glare at the man.

"Hey now, we're friends. There's no need to be so cold, I was only making a statement," Isaka says, his hands up showing that he means no harm. Instead, he smirks.

"I wonder if chibi-tan takes care of you as much as you take care of him. I may seem like an enemy, but I do worry about your state of mind and-" A hand grabs Isaka's collar, choking him as Usami pushes him forcefully into the wall. His eyes flash and his mouth curves into something unpleasant. The bag of medicine falls to the floor and Usagi tightens his grip, watching the man struggle for air.

"Isaka-san, there is no need for you to meddle in my business. I will not ask you again." He lets go, ignoring the man as he coughs and catches his breath. Forgetting the fallen bag he had paid for, he walks out of the store, letting the crisp air freeze his anger.

"Don't forget that he is still young! It's only a matter of time before he…" Isaka's voice fades with each step Usami takes. He knows what is going through Isaka-san's mind because he, too, dreams of that day when Misaki leaves his side. He knows this and yet…yet he doesn't want to admit that it is a possible future. No, he cannot believe it or even think about it because as far as Usami's concerned, Misaki has already confessed to him and has already proved multiple times that Usami was his and his alone.

Usami touches his lips again and remembers yesterday; that moment, that scene, that image of his lover reaching up to kiss him. The anger he had minutes ago vanishes immediately and Usami, like a girl in love, decides to rush home because the one person, the one thing that makes Usami crazy is waiting for him. For the first time since he was born, Usami had finally found meaning to his life, a purpose to keep on going, and a reason for him to run towards his future instead of dreading it.

The great lord Usami, the man who never seems to care about anything, pants and struggles to breathe. It takes him awhile before he can unlock the door and then a few more seconds to open the door to let himself in. What was once an empty house, now was filled with memories and Misaki.

Isaka walks slowly, adjusting his shirt uncomfortably. Usami's bag dangles from his fingertips, the same bag that was left forgotten when Isaka was shoved up against the wall. Those rare times when Akihiko shows emotion and it's only when chibi-tan's involved. Tch, what's so special about that kid anyway? Aside from tolerating Usami, there really was nothing particularly special about him. Except that he has a way of ruining things, mainly Akihiko's reputation. Isaka continues to rage about the boy, the bag bumping against his leg with each step taken.

"DIE, DIE, DIE!" Misaki shreds the last of the paper, the pieces of confetti showering around him. How could he have been so stupid? Here he was worrying about Usagi and this is the thanks he gets? Of course this had to happen and again it was Misaki who fell for another of the man's trap.

"Stupid Usagi. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'll never forgive you for ruining-"

"Seems I didn't have to worry at all," A calm voice says behind Misaki. The boy turns, still in a rage and points at Usagi, who is casually leaning on the door frame.

"Y-you! W-what do you think you're doing writing about me? Why are you like this, doing all these things to make me mad?!" Misaki huffs, a little out of breath. It took a lot of stamina to tear a mountain of paper now fluttering about in Usagi's office and now a lot more stamina is needed in dealing with the physical being standing just a few feet away.

"Which do I answer first?"

"All of them!"

Usagi observes the boy, wishing he could've been a little more reasonable. He should be honored that the great author is writing about him and so many people are interested in their love life. As much as Misaki fusses over Usagi's BL novels, Usagi can't help but think that's not the real issue. Is he not showing Misaki enough attention? Hmm, my work does sometimes get in the way and Misaki is very conscious of people…so he'd never outright say anything… Could this outburst be a signal for Usagi?

"Usagi-san! I'm seriously pissed right now! I keep telling you ov…er… O-o-oi…W-what are you…?" Misaki takes a step back, putting his hands to block Usagi from getting any closer. He turns away as his hands make contact with the man's chest, but nothing further happens, which confuses Misaki. Usually when this happens, Usagi-san carries me off or whispers weird things in my ear. But there is nothing and somewhere inside Misaki, he worries that maybe he had gone too far. Maybe Usagi will confront Misaki and tell him that it was too much work to take care of Misaki when he was sick, that his deadline was missed and he got scolded because of him. Maybe-

"Misaki." The boy gasps, tears already in his eyes. He turns to Usagi who watches him, watches him like he always does when he is about to spring on Misaki. Though he will never admit it, even on his death bed, Misaki is always relieved to see Usagi looking at him like that. Because I know that I haven't been a burden to him this time… No, it's not that. Not that at all, this feeling is much different.

"The reason why I write you into my novels is very simple: because I love you. When you get mad, I find it very cute and it makes me want to mess you up all over and drink you-"

"S-shut up! I don't want to hear that from you, especially not that!" Misaki struggles to fight off Usagi, who is in the midst of unbuttoning Misaki's pants. "H-hey, w-what do think you're doing? S-stop it, Usa…gyah!" Misaki gasps, his hands moving to stop the man from reaching in and gently squeezing on to Misaki. The boy cringes, this warm feeling covering his manhood and Usagi caressing him while still watching Misaki.

"You're hard already, Misaki. It seems like you missed me last night…" Usagi trails off, pushing his young lover carefully on the confetti covered floor. Swiftly, he pulls of the boy's pants and lifts up his shirt with the other hand. Nipples erect, Usagi licks his lips and smirks.

"Misaki…I'm hungry."

"Sh-shut up…stupid Usagi," Misaki blushes, covering his eyes with his arm. He hides those doubtful tears that had assumed the worst of Usagi and sniffles back his shame of also doubting the man.

"S-sorry, Usagi-san," Misaki's trembling voice stops Usami. For a minute, there is nothing but silence except for Misaki's sniffling and his heavy breathing. Normally, that would turn on Usami even more and he would already devour Misaki, but the apology had Usami going back to what Isaka-san had said. He casts that man aside, leaning closer to Misaki.

"Misaki, look at me."

"I-I don't want to."

"Misaki…"

"I… I thought you were tired of me, so when I woke up… I thought you had left and I was feeling these things and then you came back, but I'm ashamed because I was thinking the worst, so… So I-I'm sorry, Usagi-san." Finally, Usami lifts the boy's arm and sees a whole river of tears and boogers sliding down Misaki's face. Here he thought that Misaki was going to say something horrible, but the relief he feels now is immense.

The great lord Usami, a man who is always composed, has broken face and become a mess at seeing his beloved crying yet again. What he thought was an apology for something sinister, had turned out to be something that Misaki could not cope with. Everything the boy says creates chaos within Usami and the smallest of words are able to pierce through his walls and into his heart or destroy him completely. No one, not even Isaka, will ever be allowed to take the boy away from the one person who has needed him the most.

Usami smiles, his heart pounding much faster than it was before at this new sight. What some people would think it disgusting to see tears and boogers covering anyone's face, Usami thinks of it as another cute and erotic side to Misaki and there…there his love increases.

"Misaki, know this. You can never get rid of me that easily and no matter how many times you try to run, I will always catch you because," Usami kisses Misaki's tear stained lips, "I love you, Misaki." As if that was enough, Misaki reaches with both arms and they curl themselves around Usami's neck. They embrace each other, Usami not making any moves towards his beloved as Misaki cries into Usami's shoulder.

"Misaki… I love you."

"I… I know."