A/N: Had to post this. Too much stress. Need a stress reliever once in a while and too lazy to draw anything right now. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Junjou Romantica is not mine. Too bad really.

WARNINGS: BL, CRACK, Usagi/Misaki.

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"This is stupid."

Silence.

"I said this is stupid. Stupid is not what I do."

More silence.

He fumed. "USAGI-SAN! WE'RE GETTING THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND NOT SETTING FOOT IN HERE FOR THE NEXT 20 DECADES!" He panted, running out of breath after his outburst. His companion just looked at him with a bored stare.

"You worry too much Misaki." He took Misaki by the wrist and proceeded to the center of the hall. "You'll be fine. I'm even going there with you." He leered at his lover. The flirty gaze that Misaki despised so much was there. "Besides, I'll make it worth it." He leaned in to whisper in Misaki's ears. "Tonight."

Blushing so red, Misaki was sure he won't be able to walk tomorrow. But who was he to deny the great Usami-sensei. Resistance was futile when it came to this perverted man. Strengthening his resolve, he walked bravely towards the stage. As Misaki came near the stage hand-in-hand with his lover, that same resolve started to lose its strength. Rapidly.

"Now go out there and make me proud, my Misaki." Akihiko whispered seductively in the poor boy's ear as he gave him a gentle push.

The announcer could be heard from a distance. "And next we present you, Misaki-chan, our maid boy. Adorning the most expensive maid uniform made of 100 percent pure silk with red velvety ribbons tying his hair in the most adorable fashion of all time, this boy is NOT your everyday maid. As a bonus, his neck is given a collar of gold with a big red ruby as a sign of ownership from his Master. Now, my dear judges. Give him his points."

Five signs with a '10' written on it were raised. He's scoring this drag queen contest all right. Blushing red again, completing his attire of maroon silk, gold-ruby choker and red ribbon, he spared a piercing glare towards his lover who was standing in a corner with a very satisfied look on his face.

I'm never going to promise him 'ANYTHING' on his birthday from now on. Ever.

And from that day on, the word ANYTHING had been banned from his dictionary.

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