Akihiko Usami was an unhappy man. Now this typically wasn't the case as he had everything he should ever need to be truly happy. He was considered quite handsome with gray hair and lavender colored eyes as well as being exceptional tall at 6 foot and 3 inches tall. He also had a very rewarding and lucrative career as an author of very popular novels and also BL novels as well under a the pen name Akikawa Yayoi. His job allowed him to live the lifestyle he wanted in a beautiful penthouse apartment which for the last 5 years he had shared with his lover Misaki Takahashi.

It was his lover, however, that was currently the source of his unhappiness. Misaki was a beautiful boy when they had met with a slender lightly muscled build with soft chocolate colored hair and large mossy green eyes that had never failed to enchant him whether or not Misaki intended for that to happen at all. He had matured into an attractive man as well. The main issue was now how Misaki acted now. When they had first got together despite his loud protests he still was loving in his own way. Taking care of the apartment and cooking healthy but delicious meals for them to share together. He could accept the violence and hurtful words when they first got together as he had basically bullied and harassed the boy into a relationship but once Misaki had expressed his feeling and even admitted to loving him after 2 long years he thought those days would be long gone.

Oh they had been for a short while and it had been a blissful year full of the love that he craved so much and happiness as well. As the fourth year of their relationship started he noticed Misaki was slowly becoming just a little more distant everyday in small days. He and Misaki still had sex often. Very often as he was honest with the fact that he was a pervert when it came to his beloved. It was everything else that had slowly started to slide though. Misaki wouldn't do the daily chores every other day or so and he slowly stopped cooking choosing instead to order food out.

Still even with those things falling to the side what really hit the nail on the head to seal his unhappiness was that Misaki began spending more and more time away from his in the past year and at the same time was regressing into his old violent ways. He was always calm and cool but being called an idiot and a pervert at every turn when he was simply trying to hug his Misaki was eating away at his soul with each punch or harsh word from him. It was even worse when he came home from spending almost all night out drinking and partying. Only when Misaki was true drunk to walk straight was he even allowed to touch him and make love to him as he used to but when morning came and the alcohol was gone from his system he would be woken by a violent shove from his own bed and Misaki screaming at him for taking advantage and then he would be in the doghouse even more than normal.

Akihiko let out a sigh as he shook his head to clear those thoughts away as he turned his attention back to the blank document in front of him on his computer. His deadline was in two days for the next installment of his BL novel series and he was completely out of ideas. He had always used either his fantasies or his actual love making with his Misaki as his inspiration but it was just gone. He couldn't even truly think of loving Misaki that way anymore without pain in his heart completely stopping any type of fantasy in it's tracks. Using actual sex with Misaki was also completely out of the question now since the only time they were together was, again, just drunk sex with no feeling in it at all.

He sighed again as his thoughts ran away from him once again. He stood slowly from his desk and removed his oval glasses and set them down on the desk before moving to put his suit vest and tie back on. He had made the mistake of wearing them at home too often when Misaki had first come to live with him that now anytime he tried to wear any comfortable or casual clothes in his own home virtually impossible as Misaki would completely freak out and act like the world was ending if 'Usagi-San' wore anything aside from a three piece suit. He slowly adjusted his tie to make sure it was straight before he lit a cigarette and grabbed Suzuki-San and headed out into the main room of the apartment. He slowly made his way down the stairs and paused just before the end of the stairs, scanning the living room and kitchen for Misaki.

Seeing no sign of him he gently set Suzuki-San on the couch and moved over to the door and grabbed his coat and keys before leaving the apartment and locking it behind him. He slowly made his way out of the building and decided to simply start walking instead of taking his car to anywhere specific. He slowly meandered his way through the city. He watched the people who passed by him and wasn't blind to the appreciative looks he was receiving from men and women alike but no one really held his attention for more than a few seconds at a time. He finally stopped walking when he reached the Shinjuku National Garden. He sat on a secluded bench in the middle of a cherry blossom tree grove and simply watched the pale pink petals drift lazily from the trees. He felt like his mind was actually at peace her for some reason. He hoped it would be enough to allow him to write his manuscript or Aikawa would surely kill him this time around.

The sun was setting now so he figured it was time to head home to his cold apartment because he was fairly sure that Misaki still wouldn't be home. He slowly followed the path leading back to the main part of the park and the exit when a light shuffling at the base of one of the sakura trees caught his attention. There was a small lump of dark colored fabric piled there that appeared to be shaking slightly. He cautiously made his way over to it and was shocked to see that the lump of fabric appeared to be in the shape of a person. Was someone seriously trying to sleep here? It was early spring for Kami's sake! They would freeze to death. Those thoughts in mind he steeled his resolve and grabbed a corner of the admittedly filthy fabric and pulled it away from the person huddled underneath it. Bright emerald green eyes met his and he was stunned.

Never had he seen anyone as cute as the tiny figure huddled up in rags at the base of the tree. He has a pale heart shaped face with large green eyes framed by long thick lashes. He had an adorable button nose situated above full pink lips that were currently parted in shock. His hair was long going past his collar bones by several inches. Even with the dirt and grime smeared on his face and body Akihiko could honestly say he'd never seen anyone quite as beautiful. Not even Misaki. That thought jolted him straight out of his daze. He shouldn't be thinking anyone was more attractive than him even with his current actions. He focused on the boy once more however and actually noticed that he seemed to be absolutely terrified for some reason. It was then that he realized that some of the 'dirt' on his body was actually bruises that looked quite painful. His eyes hardened at the thought of anyone hurting the person in front of him. How anyone could even raise a hand to someone this cute was unforgivable.

"Are you alright?" Akihiko asked the boy softly as he released the corner of the blanket and crouched in front of the boy. He was saddened when the boy immediately scuttled back as far as he could with his back pressed against the bark and tears coming to the corner of his eyes as he bit down harshly on his lower lip.

"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. What's your name little one?" Akihiko asked gently while raised a hand to the boys face. He flinched violently and squeezed his eyes shut as if expecting something. His eyes flew open however when all Akihiko did was use his thumb to gently pull his lower lip from between his teeth before moving up to brush some of his matted hair out of his eyes. He was so shocked he actually answered.

"H-harry. That's my name. Harry Potter." He answered softly while looking up at the handsome well dressed man who was actually being kind instead of cruel towards him. Ever since he was abandoned in Japan on his uncle's business trip he'd been met with nothing but anger and abuse when he tried to talk to people and ask for help.

Akihiko's eyes widened slightly at the use of broken Japanese and the boy had a British accent as well! Could he be anymore attractive? Akihiko simply smiled at the boy again and slowly rose to his feet before offering Harry a hand which was hesitantly accepted. He easily pulled him to his feet and frowned slightly as he realized that he was far too light. He would have to change that. His mind made up he looked down at the tiny boy who was now staring at him with shining eyes. He was bringing him home with him and Misaki would simply have to deal with it. There was no way he leaving a defenceless beauty like this homeless for even one more night.

He immediately began walking with Harry's hand still tightly clasped in his although he had to stop almost immediately as he heard a small thud behind him and felt a tug on his hand. He whipped around and was alarmed to see that Harry had collapsed to his knees and was openly cry now while whispering 'Sorry' repeatedly. Apparently he wasn't strong enough to walk either he thought angrily. He made a small irritated sound in the back of his throat before scooping up the boy into his arm bridal style while giving him a reassuring smile as a slightly terrified look had made it's way onto Harry's face at the noise he had made. He would have to be careful around him to keep him from running away in terror.

"It will be alright Harry I can carry you easily with no problems. I'm not letting you stay out here one more night and that's final." Akihiko stated teasingly as he saw Harry about to protest about being picked up and carried. He froze entirely in Akihiko's arms at the words he had spoken and Akihiko was momentarily shocked for a moment when Harry's tears abruptly started pouring down his face even harder than they were before but he calmed when Harry threw his arms around his neck in a hug whispering a tiny 'Thank you' in his ear as he began walking again. For some reason Akihiko knew that this was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.