Misaki grabbed a dry towel and started to rub his face vigorously before just dropping the towel and peering at him self in the mirror. Even though he'd rubbed his face so hard with a towel that it could well as destroyed the baby soft skin on his face, it was still very clear that the red rings around his bloodshot eyes screamed his despair. His hands and knees were still shredded and streaming with blood, he raised his hands to his face and coved his eyes, scraping them down his dishevelled face. How could it end like this?

That day was the same as any other. Misaki had woken up, clean the condo and made breakfast before venturing back into the bedroom and doing the fearsome job of waking his lover from his deep, much needed, slumber.

"Usagi-san…? You told me to wake you up. Breakfast is ready…"

As soon as he said this he turned his back and went to retreated out of the bedroom to a safe distance, so Usagi wouldn't try anything this early in the morning. Misaki always had hated it when his lover did that kind of stuff in the morning since he hated the fact that it was light enough to see himself doing it and he hated the embarrassing feeling that followed it.

Moments before Misaki was able to leave the room the awoken demon had swiftly got up and managed to pin him too the wall, grabbing his tiny thin waist and holding him tightly. The way Usagi held misaki sometime was as if he didn't, misaki would disappear into thin air like magic and he would be left all alone. There was a time where Usagi could be alone and he would have taken pride in his solitude, but now he had tasted the sweetness of love and company, there was no way he could ever go back on that fact. To the older man loving the cute boy was as natural as breathing and like air impossible to be with out.

With a rather mono-toned voice misaki sighed and started to talk slowly, like saying this one line was so familiar, it was like he was a broken record player.

"Usagi-san, get off me. It's too early for this crap."

"You're wrong. It's never too early to start loving my Misaki."

The older man just nuzzled his face into the back of Misaki's neck and started to tenderly kiss the boy as he tried to squirm for freedom. Even though Misaki stated that he hated this his body always said he loved it. He loved hearing the older mans voice on his neck and feeling his presence so close to his own.

"Misaki, I love you."

Usagi quietly whispered that into misaki's ear, in his deep voice which pieced through the boys very soul.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling swept over Misaki. His stomach churned and he quickly ripped Usagi's arms from around him, running at full force towards the toilet.

Xxx

Misaki wiped his face clean and splashed water all over his face. What was that? He had been fine one second and the next he was throwing up? He stopped to think about it for a moment, mulling over the fact he could be ill, but in the end he came to the only possible solution, that he had just eaten something bad. Just then there was a knock on the bath room door and a shaken and worried voice proceeded it.

"Misaki? Are you ok? What's wrong? I'll call a doctor stay there!"

Quickly did misaki respond, for not only did he not want to make a fuss, but he also didn't want to make his lover worry about him over nothing. Usagi already did so much for him and Misaki couldn't bare to burden him anymore then he already did.

"No, don't! I'm fine."

There was a short pause before The young boy quietly whispered something to himself.

"I think…"