I wish to keep you to myself. You are the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, the moment I caught sight of you I knew that I was in love. Your delicate and normally pale skin had been gently sun kissed in the summer heat. Your wide, grassy green eyes resembling that of a terrified deer once caught in the headlights of a car. I wanted you all to myself, however there was someone in my way. This man held you in his lap and continuously molested you, it made me sick. That a beautiful angel like yourself had his wings clipped by someone like that. You looked like you would cry at any moment however with a fake smile you powered through it. From time to time you would stretch causing your stomach and back to show a small amount. I know this sounds creepy for me to pay so much attention, however I could not help but notice... the scars...the bruises...and the welts marring the skin of an angel (is it alright if I call you angel?) Your hotel room was actually next to mine, and... I'm sorry if this upsets you but I am the one who called the police. I could hear you shrieking, begging that man to let you go and stop. You were screaming, the sounds actually caused tears to come to my eyes. The angel I had fallen in love with was, and had been harmed and without thinking about it I dialed the police. About 20 minutes later I saw you being carried away on a stretcher, you were bleeding horribly, I heard them say something about that man stabbing you.

You were in a coma for a long time after that, even though I didn't even know your name they allowed me to visit you. Saying that I was the only one who came by, made me even sadder. What happened to your family Angel? If you don't have any would you allow me to become yours? (That's probably too much to ask though...) The last day I came to visit you in the hospital was about a week ago, however they told me that you had woken up and didn't want anyone to see you. I guess finding out that you had been in a coma for two months would be upsetting. I gave you a week before deciding to visit again, however I guess that was to long of a wait. You had been released, however they gave me this address. So along with this short letter, telling you of my feelings I am sending you a box of chocolates and a vase of flowers as get well gifts. I you're able too I would also like to meet you again. If you would like to meet me, than please call me, we can arrange a place to meet.

With Love,

A man who has fallen head over heels for a green eyed angel.

Misaki finished reading the letter and blushed deeply, there was a man that had taken so much time out of his life just for him, and he didn't even know his name. He leaned back into the cheap recliner, which he had dug out of the trash and cleaned soon after he was released from the hospital. The nurses had told him about a man who never spoke coming to visit him every day. The reason he had declined visitors when he first woke up was because he thought that his ex was going to finish him this time. He didn't want to take that risk. The brunette looked at his thin body, most of the bruises had healed by now. "Hmmm... I wonder if I should accept his invitation..." He looked over to the gifts that came with the letter and then his phone. "Well it would be rude to accept these with out thanking him at least." Misaki spoke to himself and gave a slight smile. The brunette slowly picked up the phone and began to dial the number written on the paper. It began to ring... once... twice... then someone picked up.

"Hello?"
"E...Excuse me. M-my name is Misaki Taka..." He coughed a bit in the middle of his sentence "Takahashi, I got a package from you and it has a letter saying that you would like to meet with me."

"Oh Angel."
"It's Misaki sir."
"Oh yes I'm sorry... I'm just used to referring to you as Angel."

Misaki giggled at how shy he actually sounded.

"Well where would you like to meet me?"
"Well there's a cafe close to where I live, if you want I can pick you up."

"When would you get here, and what would you be your transportation."
"Less than 10 minutes, and a red Ferrari."

Misaki went silent for a minute, a Ferrari was probably one of the most expensive vehicles to ever exist. Why would such a wealthy man have any interest in him?

"Misaki? Are you okay?"

"Oh yes I'm fine! I'll be out waiting for you!"

He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, he needed to find some clothes.
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Misaki came outside wearing a hooded sweat shirt that was way too large for him, as well as a pair of black skinny jeans. He began to shake with anticipation. "Is he going to be nice? Is he really who he says he is? Maybe I should forget this and head back inside... What if mister is actually the leader of a sex ring and is wanting to kidnap me!?" A red Ferrari slowly came into view and Misaki stiffened slightly. It came to a gentle stop in front of him and the window rolled down.

The man inside was incredibly handsome, his hair was an ash blonde color, and his eyes were seemingly violet. "Hello Misaki." He gave Misaki a satisfied smile, as though he had practiced his greeting the entire time he drove there, and found that it had sounded perfect. He frowned at the sight of Misaki's wallet and sighed. "You don't have to bring that, I'm paying for everything." He opened up the glove compartment which was empty except for a few papers. "Put it in here."

The brunette slowly climbed into the car, trembling as the thoughts of what could possibly happen if he got in the car. The man noticed how scared Misaki seemed to be and sighed. "Misaki, do you want a drink?" He quickly shook his head and groaned, another thought came to mind. 'He's just trying to drug me, I should leave right now...' However the car was already moving towards an area Misaki had never been to before. His heart began to race, as well as the pace of his breath. This man was taking him to a place he had never been before. "LET ME OUT!" He shrieked at the top of his lungs and grabbed at the door handle. "Misaki calm down!" Akihiko made a turn and reached over for him.

"LET ME OUT!"

"Misaki, what's wrong?"

"YOU'RE KIDNAPPING ME!"

"Misaki I'm not kidnapping you, I'm taking you to-"

"HELP ME!"

"We're just going to a cafe!"

"HEL-"

Akihiko pulled over and pressed a hand against Misaki's mouth. "Misaki I am going to move my hand, if you scream I will keep covering it until you calm down. Now, when I move my hand, you are going to take a deep breath. As soon as you calm down I am taking you to the cafe." Misaki gave a slow nod, while a couple of tears flowed down his cheeks. He was so embarrassed that he had caused such a scene. Akihiko slowly removed his hand and frowned, there were red marks in the shape of fingers on the brunette's face.

Misaki looked at Akihiko with concern. "Are you alright Mister?"

"I...I've harmed you.."

Misaki looked in the rear view mirror and frowned, than looked at the ash blonde who appeared pale and terrified. "Umm... Mister, don't worry I can't even feel it." He shook his head and began to gently rock himself in the drivers seat. "Mister, you're over reacting." Another shake of his head came. "Misaki I hurt you, I stated in my letter how I hated to see you harmed and I hurt you... I hurt an angel..." The brunette gave a sigh and kissed the blonde on his cheek. "What's your name Mister?" The man gave him a blank stare for a moment. "Usami... Akihiko."

I'm sorry that this is so short, but I wanted the idea out of my head. (This is going to be a 4 chapter story all about Misaki's transition from fearing for his life, to enjoying it) Also a note about Akihiko putting his hand over Misaki's mouth. If somebody was screaming at you and wouldn't shut up long enough to calm down what would you do? (and be honest)