Misaki's arms crossed, sneakers I bought him tapping. I turned the radio up, some cool voice melting our seats. Had to make sure the seats weren't leather, Misaki says leather smells.
"John Obleas, renowned violinist, was shot last night. Doctors say he's brain dead, and his family..."
"Tursb ioff."
"Huh?" My lip hung out.
"I said," Misaki's face was a getting red. "Turn it the fuck off!"
Instead, I changed to music.
"Next, Ed Sheeran playing Lego House." Misaki's favorite song.
"How can we do that?" Misaki asked, seeming to have chilled.
"Do what?"
"Change the station and just forget about it. A man died," Misaki voice trembled, kept my eyes on the road. "Is it because of how the lady said it? Or maybe people just don't give a shit."
I kept quiet, but Misaki's breath deepened. "Say something!"
"This isn't about the dead guy."
The patter of rain killed his last protested squeal. Misaki's birthday was on a rainy day, he was pissy then too.
I made a slow turn to the penthouse garage. Misaki jumped out.
I followed, watching Misaki's knee quiver into the elevator. Every floor that passed, the kid jerked. Misaki never gets this bad, not even when I accused him of cheating.
Finally, floor 17 hit us, Misaki fought the doors open. "Give me the key."
There wasn't anything I could do, I knew that. Gotta repeat though, don't stop.
Misaki stabbed the door open.
"Feel like shit." Misaki murmured into the kitchen.
I stood in the way, watching Misaki's hands, hands that ran in my hair. Bluemoon vomited on his face, chunky green eyes, corn gritted teeth, watered cheeks.
A shatter brought me back, dish after dish scattered at my feet.
Broken glass, bits cutting leather and skin. Misaki threw more rampantly, but let the plates miss. I wasn't gonna to see the brat cry, forced him back against the fridge.
"Let go!" Misaki's hands wiggled, but I wouldn't, never check out lashes.
"I love you," I whispered, digging another hole in the field. Misaki almost laxed.
"No!" Misaki shoved. I kissed his lobe.
"Don't you fucking dare," Misaki pushed again, wincing. "Just cause I've got a dick, doesn't mean I'm ruled by it."
My hands roamed sleek flesh, not like I wanted to. Only way to shut the kid up, but everything was kinda far today, so it wasn't like I heard much.
"I love you, I love you." Broken record much?
"And yet you let him touch you." Misaki's eyes ran to the window sill.
I latched to his lips, like a leech. Words never go through, only my tongue.
Misaki's burning gut pounded against mine, air trying to blow my mouth off. My tongue and I tore into the counter.
"Is that all you fucking do?" Misaki screamed. " It's all about you're dick, isn't it?"
"Misaki..."
"No, I don't want to hear it," Misaki started for the door, turned. "I'm tired Usami."
A hook dug to my cheek, ripping open clotted veins. This boy, no man, was finally talking. No longer was it Usagi, but Usami. Hell licked my toes, trimming knee hair with kid sissors.
"What did you just-" The man interrupted me.
"Go find some other guy who can say "I love you." Obviously Sumi can. I was wrong to drag you away from him," Misaki sighed. "There isn't any point to this, it's just sex. That's all we'll ever be."
"Shut up!" I surprised myself. " Just shut up!"
"Usami-"
"Don't you dare fucking call me that," I screamed. "It's not just about sex!
Misaki's face fell, brows high, and a fucking pity smile? "You could have anyone, but you're afraid."
"And what, exactly. Am. I. Afraid. Of?"
"Since I'm dumb, you don't have to worry as much about me finding out who you really fucking are,"Misaki needs to shut up. "An equal can see your flaws, and once they do, once they find out who you fucking are, you're afraid they'll leave."
There's no way, dumbass doesn't know what he's saying.
"You can't believe that people can still love you, even after knowing how fucked up you are. But no, if you were to show you were like the rest of us," Misaki's massaged his hips. "Then you wouldn't be quite be a Lord, huh?"
"I don't kn-"
"And that's why I'm leaving. Not cause you're human, but cause you can't fucking admit it."
"You're leaving?" My voice shook.
"For a while, I can't be around you right now."
"I didn't even touch him Misaki!"
"I know, but Sumi had a point. I don't know at all, and you're my boyfriend."
"You don't have to go," I hugged him, squeezed. "Stay here."
"Usami," Misaki whispered. "I need to get out for a while."
"Where are you going to go?"
"I've got a place."
"Want a ride?"
"No," Misaki backed away. "Thank you, though."
I watched him go, that ass swinging.
No.
"Wait," Misaki faltered, I knew he would. "You don't have anywhere to go, you're just waiting for me to beg you to stay. You play the fucking damsel, that's the only reason you were even here to begin with. You're not the only one who can "assume."
"Think what you want Usami." Misaki slammed the door.
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