Mistaken Revenge

Misaki is an 20 year old college student. He is just getting in to the apartment complex he shares with his mentor and lover, the famous Usagi Akihiko or Usagi-san. His life is pretty normal, except for the fact that he is in love with a man that is a decade older than him and was once in love with his older brother Takahiro. Of course he would never admit to Usagi that he is in love with him. He'll just keep him thinking that he (Misaki) doesn't love him, even though he is sure Usagi-san knows. He shakes his head and walks through the door to his home, trying to clear his thoughts. Somehow they appear back within his head and he starts to think about class earlier.

It was an odd day today. His literature teacher, Kamijo Hiroki a.k.a Kamijo The Devil, wasn't there and in his place a sub that didn't care much for literature. "He must have been a last resort." Misaki murmurs to himself. 'What could be the reason for him missing class?' It was very unusual for Kamijo The Devil to miss class. " Especially when he takes his literature so freaking serious." The green eyed boy softly giggles at the statement. 'Well at least it was nice to not have sharp items and dense materials thrown at you for once.' Misaki thought to himself as he entered the house while taking of his shoes.

'Hmmmmmm... Where is Usagi-san?' Misaki questioned to himself. He walked towards the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Then, all of sudden, he heard a heavy thump upstairs.

'What was that!?' Misaki quietly panicked. He then again heard another loud thump occurred followed by a curse.

'What in the world is Usagi-san doing upstairs and what's with the yelling?' Curiously Misaki headed for the glass stairs. The thumping got more vigorous and louder. Not knowing what it was got Misaki scared out of his mind.

'Oh No! What is Usagi-san angry about now...Wait a minute if Usagi-san was upset he wouldn't throw a tantrum. But then again this is Usagi-san we're talking about.' Misaki had a Sherlock Holmes moment and tried to figure it out. What is his lover doing? Is he angry? Did he do something? Is Aikawa here? Is she throwing a tantrum instead? All of these questions ran through Misaki's head while he stood at the foot of the staircase.

'That's it I must find out!' Misaki's determination got the best of him. He nervously heads up the stairs, his light feet not making a sound upon the glass. He made his way to Usagi's room where the thumping was coming from.

''Usagi-san?'' Misaki asks innocently.

*Groans*

As he approaches the door, more and more noise flees the room. The doe-eyed boy hears harsh squeaks and needy groans. The worry is present upon Misaki's soft features.

Opening the door slowly "Ummmmmm...Usagi-san if this is a bad time I'll..." Misaki is shocked of the sight he sees.

Misaki stood in the doorway, frozen from shock and betrayal. Then he bolts down the stairs, almost tripping on his way out the house.

"Wait! Misaki! Where are you going? MISAKI~!" Usagi-san called after his lover but to no prevail. He was gone to who knows where. 'Better not be that damned Sumi-senpai's house.' He thought to himself. Akihiko already knew that Misaki got the wrong idea. He was just 'helping' him with a situation that Misaki is usually around to help him with. Clearly this was a mistake. "Tch. I'm an idiot." His violet orbs downcast and filled with sadness. He returns to the room to deal with his other problem.

Back to Misaki...

Misaki is running down the street. Rudely, but unintentionally pushing people out of the way. All of this to see a certain person he barely knows, but has so much trust in.

Nowaki Kusama, the flower shop worker, down the street. He is the only person close enough, meaning in running distance, who would understand. I mean he can call Sumi-senpai, but he would use it against him some way. And well for Takahiro... Forget about it. He needs to vent about his feelings right now. Otherwise he would implode and completely shut down. You got to feel bad for the twenty year old, so young and to be in this kind of situation. He never wanted this. Misaki starts to slow down. He feels selfish and upset at the thought he would want to go see someone he barely knows.

'What if he gets annoyed by my ranting?' Misaki depressingly thinks to himself while slowly walking unconsciously towards the flower shop. 'What if he doesn't want to see me? We are strangers after all. But, who else can I turn to? I don't want to be alone. Wait! That's selfish of me. Thinking only of what I want.' Misaki stops.

"Misaki?" A man asked.

Misaki hadn't notice that he was standing in front of the flower shop for a good 10 minutes or so.

"Misaki, are you OK?" The man touched his shoulder.

Misaki suddenly snaps out of his thoughts and gazes up, tears flooding his eyes. It was like a grassy green meadow being flushed out by a monsoon. The innocent college boy couldn't say a word. The pain was just too great to burden. The man talking to him with so much concern was none other than Nowaki.

"Misaki! What's wrong? Please tell me?" Nowaki tried to shake him gently out of it.

Misaki could no longer hold in the hurt. He finally burst. He held onto Nowaki sobbing. Nowaki knew this wasn't the place for it. They needed privacy. He grabbed the young boy by the hand and dragged him all the way to his and Hiroki's apartment. When they got in and took their shoes off they sat on the couch. Misaki was still balling his eyes out. Nowaki made them tea and calmed him down enough for Misaki to explain why he was so upset.

Nowaki almost drops his tea cup from the surprised state he is in when he heard why.

All he could think is 'Why? This was impossible, right? He would never...would he?

Mistaken Revenge

Misaki is just gettig after a long day in school. But it wasn't an ordinary day. His literature teacher, Kamijo Hiroki a.k.a Kamijo the Devil, wasn't there and a sub was there in his place. We all knew he had a pretty good reason for not being there. Especially when he takes his literature so freaking serious. 'Well it was nice not having sharp items and dense materials thrown at you for once.' Misaki thought to himself as he entered the house while taking of his shoes.

'Hmmmmmm... Where is Usagi-san?' Misaki questioned to himeslf. All of a sudden he heard a large thump upstairs.

'What was that' Misaki quietly panicked. He then again heard another loud thump occured followed by yell.

'What in the world is Usagi-san doing upstairs and whats with the yelling. Curiously Misaki headed for the glass stairs. The thumping got more vigorous and louder. Not knowing what it was got Misaki scared out f his mind.

'Oh No! What is Usagi-san mad about now...What a minute if Usagi-san is mad he wouldn't throw a tantrum.' Misaki had a Sherlock Holmes moment and tried to figure it out. What is his lover doing? Is he mad? Did i do something? Is Aikawa here? Is she is throwing a tantrum? All of these questions ran through Misaki's head while he stood at the foot of the staircase.

'That's it I must find out.' Misaki's determination got the best of him. He nervously headed up the stairs. He made his way to Usagi's room where the thumping was coming from.

''Usagi-san?'' Misaki asks innocently.

*Groans*

Opening the door slowly "Ummmmmm...Usagi-san if this is a bad time I'll..." Misaki is shocked of the sight he sees.

Misaki stood in the doorway. Frozen from shock and betrayel. Then he bolts down the stairs. Pretty much flying out the house.

"Wait Misaki! Where are you going? MISAKIIII!" Usagi-san called after his lover but to no prevail. He was gone to who knows where. 'Better not be that damned Sumi-sempai's house' He thought to himself. Akihiko already knew that Misaki got the wrong idea. He was just 'helping' him with a situation that Misaki is usually around to help him with.

Back to Misaki...

Misaki is running down the the street. Rudely, but unintentionally pushing people out of the way. All of this to see a certain person he barely knows, but has so much trust in.

Nowaki Kusama , the flower shop worker, down the street. He is the only person close enough ,meaning in running distance, who would understand. I mean he can call Sumi-senpai, but he would use it against him some way. And well for Takahiro... Forget about it. He needs to vent about his feelings right now. Otherwise he would implode and completely shut down. You got to feel bad for the twenty year old. So young and to be in these situations. He never wanted this. Misaki starts to slow down. He feels selfish and upset at the thought he would want to go see someone he barely knows.

'What if he gets annoyed by my ranting?' Misaki depressingly thinks to himself while slowly walking unconsciously towards the flower shop 'What if he doesn't want to see me? We are strangers. But who else can I turn to?I don't want to be alone. Wait! That's selfish of me. Thinking only of what I want.' Misaki stops.

"Misaki?" A man asked

Misaki hadn't notice that he was standing in front of the flower shop for a good 10 minutes.

"Misaki, are you O K?" The man touched his shoulder.

Misaki suddenly snaps out of his thoughts and gazes up. Tears flooding his eyes. It was like a grassy green meadow being flushed out by a monsoon. Green eyed doe couldn't say a word. The man talking to him with so much concern was no one other than Nowaki.

"Misaki! Whats wrong? Please tell me?" Nowaki tried to shake him gently out of it.

Misaki could no longer hold in the hurt. He finally burst. He held onto Nowaki sobbing. Nowaki knew this wasn't the place for it. They needed privacy. He grabbed the young boy by the hand and dragged him all the way to his and Hiroki's apartment. When they got in and took their shoes off they sat on the couch. Misaki still balling his eyes out. Nowaki made them tea and calmed him down enough for Misaki to explain why he was so upset.

Nowaki almost drops his tea cup from the surprised state he is in when he heard why.

All he could think is 'Why? Impossible, right? He would never...would he?

AN: Newly Updated. Gonna try updating again today. Stay tuned.