A/D: I disclaim, not mine. Disclaimer is for all chapters.

A/W: This is a yaoi fan-fiction, so you know the drill; implied smut only; may be considered a bit cheesy/fluffy.

A/N: This is a 'what if' situation. Instead of telling Haruhiko that he likes strawberries, what if Misaki told him that he likes cakes. The cake is delivered AFTER they leave the hotel i.e. in the penthouse. Misaki is a bit OOC but this is fan-fiction. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter: 1

Aikawa Suzuki doesn't want cake!

A day in the life of Takahashi Misaki is not something for the faint-hearted. Nor is it suitable for pregnant women and children.

Here's the reason why:

Every morning I wake up with a sore lower body due to one or more of Usagi-san's 'Misaki sessions'. After untangling myself from the aforementioned rabbit and doing my best not to wake him up (because that would open Hell's gate two hours earlier) I take a bath; cook breakfast and lunch. The period after eating breakfast and before leaving for college is where I get my morning exercise: running away from Usagi-san's evil clutches. After slogging for hours in the university (the likes of which include Kamijou-demon) I return home. Only to find myself roped into another one of the crazy weirdness that is Usagi-san's life. If I'm lucky, I make dinner. If I'm not, I end up uke in 'Misaki sessions'. It's a never ending cycle.

Speaking of crazy weirdness, I hope Usagi-ani was not serious about the whole 'I'll steal you away from Akihiko' and 'I love you' thing. One Usami is more than enough in my life.

I look over at the Usami in my life, who was currently typing in his laptop, completely unaware of my internal musings.

"Misaki, there is someone at the door."

Huh? Oh right. How did I miss that?

"Are you so lost in me that you cannot even hear the doorbell?"

"Keep telling yourself that Usagi-san."

I turn away from him to answer the door. I would never admit that he had been correct, partly due to the horror of another mid-day 'mini Misaki session'. Why do I have names for his perverseness?

There was a delivery guy at the door. With a sudden sense of dread, I went downstairs.

"Yes?"

"I have a delivery for Takahashi Misaki."

Okay not good. Not good at all. Deliveries for me usually end badly.

"Sorry? This is Usami Akihiko's house."

There: not a lie, not the full truth either. Why should he know about any free-loaders in the house?

"But I have a delivery of six inch black forest cake for Takahashi Misaki, sent and paid by Usami Haruhiko."

Usagi-ani sent me a cake?! Why?!
Oh this is bad. Usagi-san is already in a bad mood due to what happened at the hotel. If he sees this cake there is no telling what will happen.

"There is no Takahashi Misaki living here. Are you sure this isn't for Usami Akihiko?"

"No. I'm sure. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm the servant here, Aikawa Suzuki at your service."

I barely refrained from giving a flourishing bow. I hope Aikawa-san never hears of this.

"This was the address given to me. I don't know what to do now."

"I'm sorry I can't help. I have work to get to."

Disaster averted. Misaki: 1 Usagi-ani: nil.

Back at the penthouse, Usagi-san just had to ask who was at the door.

"It was a delivery."

"You didn't bring anything back."

"It was a mistake. The delivery was for Takahashi Misaki."

The last line was said purely for seeing Usagi-san's reaction. And he didn't disappoint. He looked at me as though I had grown another head that was singing the Japanese national anthem…in Chinese.

"And you are?"

"Aikawa Suzuki, servant of Usami Akihiko, at your service."

This time I did give a flourishing bow. Now, he looked worried. And he got up to check my temperature.

"Are you feeling all right? Did you hit your head on the way?"

"I'm okay Usagi-san. The delivery was a cake from Usagi-ani and I really didn't want that. Technically, I didn't lie. This is your house."

"Cake?! Why did he send you a cake?"

I could literally feel the contempt in that 'he'.

"How should I know how a Usami's mind works?"

Okay, it might be because I told him I like cake at the hotel room. But there's no need to tell Usagi-san that.

"You want cake. I'll get you cake. Don't take anything from him."

"I didn't Usagi-san. Now please get back to work. The deadline is tomorrow."

Not without a kiss. I suppose I should be thankful it wasn't anything more. I wonder if he can go even a day without kissing……

I know I can't.