A/N: Woosh! This here is the first ever request I've gotten! This concept was requested by Shiranai Atsune. I hope I was able to do it justice, feel free to direct me if something isn't going right, or you think I need to put more emphasis on something or less emphasis on others. I'll do my best! Enjoy everyone!
Takahashi Misaki, twenty-four years old and an aspiring author, had recently moved in with her boyfriend Usami Akihiko full time. It wasn't like this was a new development, they had lived together for the entirety of her university years, but now she had contacted her brother and requested that he bring all of her belongings here as she was moving in with him permanently. It came as a bit of a shock to Takahiro, but he didn't pry too much into the situation. Once he delivered his sister's things to the lavish mansion, he gave them each his blessing with much support.
With her newly obtained degree in Japanese literature, and lover that was quite a celebrity in the literary world, she wanted to pursue a career in writing too. It had become familiar to her, like an old friend that brought her warm feelings of nostalgia. Her first novel underwent many, many revisions, and the whole experience eased her into the world of authorship. It was an- interesting experience for her, but after her first novel saw moderate success, she decided that this would be career. Naturally Usagi was there for her to give advice and sometime tell her the bluntly honest truth about her writing. It could get infuriating at times, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
Even though Misaki had opted to also become a writer, she still managed to do the cooking and the cleaning like she always did. The few times she managed to talk her scatterbrained lover into doing the chores, she ended up having to work five times as hard not only completing the tasks she assigned him, but also undoing the mistakes he made. They hadn't been officially married, but the concept had been thrown around here and there. It wasn't like Misaki was in any hurry to settle down, their relationship was fine the way it was as far as she was concerned. They had reached their stride and her current situation was just right.
Her passion was writing girl's love stories with lots of suspense. Her use of romantic elements mixed with in-depth mysteries and intricate plots had garnered her financial success and a strong following among male and female readers alike. While she hadn't reached the critical acclaim that her partner had, this level of fame was good enough for her. The money wasn't bad either.
She was hard at work on her next novel, which was due at the end of the month. Her focus was only broken when she felt two strong arms wrapping around her from behind. An arm pulled tight across her shoulders while a hand playfully cupped one of her breasts. The strong scent of tobacco burned her nose and her mood dropped. "Not now, you pervert! I've got work to do!" She bit her lip, not sure if she had written herself into a corner. The process of wrapping up each mystery was the hardest part, and she needed all the concentration she could get to make sure everything added up. Getting flustered certainly wasn't helping matters, as she had already taken care of all the romantic parts.
Usagi naturally didn't listen and started running his lips along her neck. She jolted up but pretended to stay focussed on her work. "You've been so distant lately, I want you." He purred. She tried her hardest to give no reaction. "Hey, you know what would make your stories even better?" The older asked in a voice that was loaded with naughty intentions.
Either way, Misaki assumed he was going to give her sound literary advice. She wasn't about to pass up on that. "What?"
He tightened his grip on her, and leaned in close to her ear. "More erotica." Was his reply, delivered in a sleazy, seductive whisper.
Annoyed, Misaki threw her arms up and shook him off. "If you're not helping, you're hindering! Take a hike!" It was too late though, her focus was broken and there was no way she'd be able to clue up the double homicide and kidnapping in a satisfying manner now.
Looking wounded, Usagi made his way back into the kitchen. Misaki ended up sighing heavily and saving what little progress she made that day. "Hey." She called in a flat tone.
The older poked his head out and eyed her with intrigue. "Yes?"
She clenched her fists, not really wanting to give in to her lover's perversion, but kind of feeling lonely. "I'm done writing for today…"
That one statement had him back at her side. She stood and he took her into his arms once more. He leaned in then, and kissed her forehead, only to pull back in dismay. Misaki met is eyes, confused, until his hand came up to meet her face. His expression dropped.
"Have you been working too hard again?" He said with a flat tone.
"Wha? What are you talking about?"
"You're getting a fever, have you been neglecting yourself?"
Misaki pondered for a second if Usagi was just teasing her. She felt her own head, it was undeniably warm for sure, but that could be from getting flustered, not that she'd ever admit to that. Though, earlier in the week she did notice a distinct lack of energy, full body weakness, and less motivation than she was used to. Not to mention the sudden cold feeling that would come over her for seemingly no reason. "I'm- just tired. That's all."
Her boyfriend wore an expression that said he wasn't convinced. "You need to get properly rested then, before your fever gets worse."
"It's not a fever!" She protested as she was picked up and carried to their room.
"You're going to take the rest of the day off, no buts."
"I'm fine!"
"I'm not going to let you work yourself sick. I won't allow it." He said decisively as he laid his lover out on their bed. She pouted visibly.
"I told you, I'm f-" her sentence got cut off by a sudden sneeze. Her face went red from embarrassment, it was like nature itself was trying to undermine her words.
"Mi-sa-ki!" Usagi said, stretching out each syllable for emphasis. "I'm not going to have you working yourself sick. Now take it easy, I'll make you some soup."
She raised an eyebrow, "you're going to MAKE me soup?"
"I'll have a five star chef make you soup and a first class delivery service bring it here." He corrected.
The younger rolled her eyes, but would accept it. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the pots being blacked, or the house burning down.
Seconds later she heard the dull mumble of her lover on the phone, possibly enacting his soup making plan. She sighed and pulled the covers over her face. Maybe a break would do her some good.
She didn't notice the phone being hung up shortly after, but he did notice when the door to their room opened. "By the way Misaki, did I tell you that I'd be going out of town for a while?"
Misaki lowered the blankets and eyed her lover with suspicion. "What do you mean out of town?"
"I've got a book launch to attend. It's going to be a whole ordeal…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "So starting tomorrow, I'll be away for a week."
With a low growl, Misaki narrowed her eyes. Every time something significant happened to or with her boyfriend, she was always the last to know. It was beyond infuriating. At least she was made aware before he actually left this time. "Fine then, have a good time…"
"I'm not gone yet." He said in a sleazy voice. At that, he approached and started cuddling her over the sheets. She relaxed in that embrace and her eyes fluttered shut. Maybe she really was coming down with something, not that she wanted to deal with any more delays.
They stayed like that until there was a knock on the door. Usagi let the smaller go then to get the soup. Misaki pouted but knew her lover would be back soon. She smiled loftily as she drifted off before the soup could get to her.
In the morning, Misaki awoke to see the soup on the nightstand by her bed, and a note that just said "I'll miss you, don't work too hard" next to it. Her chest felt warm knowing her special someone was thinking of her. But she'd have to ignore the second half of that note, there was work to do after all. So she sat up and stretched, feeling slightly weaker than yesterday, but resolved to get her book done. The last thing she needed was Aikawa bursting the door down and needling her to meet the deadline. The soup had naturally gone cold, but Misaki was far too tired to cook. It was just the boost she needed to simulate her creative muscle.
After she was done with last night's soup, she staggered out into the common room in a bathrobe and opened her laptop. The familiar words crossed her eyes and her brow furrowed. How to wrap up the story, how to make it satisfying and please the fans…
She didn't know how long she sat there, staring at the screen, but the hours passed. A knock at the door startled her out of her musings, and for some reason she thought it was her lover. It never occurred to her that Usagi wouldn't bother knocking on his own door, especially since he knew Misaki was sick. Still, he didn't say how far out of town he was going after all, so he could be close enough to make a quick trip home. She leapt up, at least as fast as her weakened body could, and made her way to the door.
The door swung open and the weakened Misaki looked out with a grin, ready to greet her lover. However, the Usami at the door was not her lover, but his brother.
