The Little Brother
Summary: It started out with just a little favor to help out Takahiro's little brother, but soon it turned into an obsession. AU Romantica.
Okay, I'm writing this fairly quickly so forgive me for the immense shortness and any errors you might find. This week was the worst week ever; I am prohibited from using my computer and am secretly using it now at one in the freakin' morning while listening to Bleach in the background. I won't be able to use my computer until the 23rd or 24th I believe and the only thing I've been able to do is read fics on my phone, but I just couldn't stop thinking about this story.
Now to talk about the story. This is an AU. Akihiko doesn't love Takahiro; they're just good friends and Misaki is probably going to be a bit OOC. Anyways, enjoy!
Prologue: Favor
Akihiko sighed, stretching his arms over his head as he leaned back in his chair. He was having some major writer's block on as to what to do for his new book; Aikawa was sure to kill him for going past the deadline with nothing written yet. As the phone started ringing, he was pulled out of his reverie. Wondering who could be calling at such a time, Akihiko got up from his chair and walked downstairs to answer the phone.
"Hello?" He grumbled into the phone receiver.
"Usagi-san?" A voice asked from the other end. "It's Takahiro."
"Ah, Takahiro, what can I do for you?" Akihiko asked.
"I need a favor." Takahiro replied hesitantly. "You see, well, I'm in Osaka right now and my brothers in a bit of trouble. He needs to be picked up from some party…" He trailed off sounding unsure.
"And you want me to pick him up." Akihiko finished for him.
"Can you do it, Usagi-san?" Takahiro asked. "I mean, if you're busy I could find someone else to get him."
"No, no, I'll pick him up for you." Akihiko said.
"Really, Usagi-san?" Takahiro asked hopefully.
"Of course, I'll get him." Akihiko reassured.
"Oh, thank you, Usagi-san!" After giving directions and describing what his brother looked like to Akihiko, the two said their goodbyes and hung up.
Akihiko sighed, raking a hand through his silver locks. Great, this was just what he needed. Now he had to pick up some brat from some stupid party. He could've said no and declined, but he knew his friend was in a dilemma and needed his help. So, grabbing his keys and pulling on his coat, he headed out the door.
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Finally arriving at his destination, Akihiko groaned. Figures, it was some stupid college party. Trash was littered all over the yard, some teens were leaning up against the house and lying against the steps that led up to the door and loud obnoxious music could be heard from the house. Akihiko prayed to God that the freakin' idiot was already outside because he really didn't want to have to go in 'cause if he had to, he'd make sure that brat paid, dearly.
Stepping out from his car, Akihiko looked around. None of the teens matched Takahiro's description of Misaki. Scowling, Akihiko began walking towards the door, but as he neared the brat which was sprawled across the porch steps lazily, he heard a scream. It had come from the inside of the house. Rushing up the steps, he went into the house which was crowded with brats all pressed together dancing, drinking, and talking to each other. As he pushed past them, he vaguely wondered how they could possibly even hear what they were saying to each other with such loud music booming in their ears.
The scream came again and this time he heard it from upstairs. Hurrying up, he went through the rest of the crowd and went upstairs. The first door he opened was to a bathroom; a couple was making out completely oblivious to his presence. He slammed the door shut and checked the other rooms. He came upon the room from which the scream had come from and had found a boy pinning another boy to a bed.
"Stop it!" The brunette whimpered as the dark haired boy attacked his neck. Misaki in his drunken haze couldn't muster up any power to fight back and instead squirmed around, hoping to throw the boy off. He knew he shouldn't have come to this damn party. He knew he shouldn't have accepted those weird tasting drinks from his friend. Now look where it had ended him. About to be raped by some guy he didn't even know while all the other people below were completely oblivious to it.
He clenched his eyes shut as tears began gathering. He hated this.
Suddenly the presence above him was ripped away and he heard a thump of something hitting the ground. Two arms came around him and scooped him up. "Are you Takahashi Misaki?" The person asked as he carried him out of the room. Unable to speak, he just nodded. "I'm a friend of Takahiro's and I came to get you. Looks like I made it just in time." Upon hearing his brother's name, Misaki melted into the man's embrace, too tired to care what it looked like.
Akihiko tightened his grip on the boy and tried to calm the anger that flared within him. When he had seen the boy on the bed like that, he had felt something akin to pure hatred for the dark haired boy whom was forcing himself on the brunette. It had taken all his strength not to kill that poor son of a bitch.
His heart jumped when Misaki nuzzled his head against his chest, showing that he trusted him even though he could be lying about being Takahiro's friend. For all he knew, Akihiko could be planning on doing the exact same thing to him. God, what was wrong with him?! This boy he just barely met enticing these strange feelings within him.
Sighing, Akihiko carried the boy out of the house and to his car. Opening the passenger door he placed the now sleeping boy in the seat before closing the door and heading to the other side of the car to get in the driver's side. He couldn't exactly take Misaki back to Takahiro's apartment because he didn't have the key and he doubted Misaki would be coherent enough to open the door himself. Sighing, he took Misaki back to his own apartment.
This was going to be a long night.
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Told you it was short. Don't worry; I promise the next chapter will be much longer and will be worth the possibly two week wait ^_^ so please, review!