A/N: Hey everyone, this story, Exposure, was previously posted on my dear friend's account due to some earlier problems, and was then abandoned. I have returned to it, and have reposted it on my own account. The first five chapters were what I wrote several months ago before I dropped it, and are horrifically poorly written compared to my writing style nowadays, but bear with me, please. I seriously DON'T feel like rewriting anything. Shoot me, I'm a lazy author. Aren't we all? Once again, best wishes to xmoymoy, the lovely lady who posted my story for me for so long, and to justine, my darling, international, french, fan. I dedicate these first five chapters, and the chapter I will be writing soon, number six, completely to you. I do not own JR, only the layout of the Crockett Hotel, Sarah Sanderson, and both Amanda and Erica.

Misaki sighed and snuggled deeper under the covers on his bed. Well, the bed he shared with a perverted rabbit, anyways. Speaking of the rabbit, Misaki could feel the heat radiating from Usami, who was snoring lightly with his stomach pressed against Misaki's back. The curtains were pulled across the window, but a small streak of light crept through the opening in the middle, landing on Misaki's arm, telling him it was morning. He knew he was going to have to get up soon to cook breakfast, but he really didn't want to. All he wanted was to lie back down and enjoy this moment of bliss before Usami could wake up and make fun of him. Misaki rolled over in Usami's arms, so that now his nose was pressed up against the man's chest. Usami stirred, woken by the movement.

"Misaki?" he asked groggily, lifting his arm off of Misaki's waist to rub the sleep from his eyes, but stopped halfway when Misaki whimpered and pulled the arm back down. "Misaki?" Usami asked again, but more from shock then sleepiness. Misaki felt the heat of a blush slowly creep its way up his neck as he sputtered out a halfhearted,

"Sorry!" before throwing off the arm and jumping out of the bed. "I'll go make breakfast now!" he said, attempting to cross the room to the door before Usami could fully register what had happened. But he shouldn't have underestimated the author. He quickly whipped Misaki around and dragged him back into the bed.

"Nu-uh, Misaki." He waved a finger in his face. "I don't think we're finished here."

"Damned rabbit, stop it!" Misaki protested, his cheeks burning a bright red as Usami leaned over him, trailing kisses from his ear along his jaw line. "St-Stop it! It's morning, we haven't even eaten breakfast!"

"Then after breakfast?" he asked before capturing Misaki's lips in a kiss.

"No!" Misaki broke it, turning his head to the side as he panted. He attempted to push the rabbit off of him, nuts as we all know; Misaki's muscles, (what little he has) turns to mush when he's around Usami.

"Then right now," Usami replied, returning to Misaki's mouth as his fingers chased random lines up and down the boy's stomach. Misaki moaned quietly at the feel of Usami's cold fingers on his abdomen. The older took the opportunity to re-enter the boy's mouth, probing the innermost corners.

Just then, there was a loud bang as a red-headed editor broke the door down. "Usami! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT DAY IT IS? And the time! Put Misaki down, now!" Misaki was frozen, his face as red as a tomato, while Usami just looked at the woman, annoyance clear on his handsome features, before turning back to Misaki and continued the kissing and finger traces from earlier.

"Aah! Usagi!" Misaki gasped, placing his hands up on the man's shoulders in an attempt to push the author away, but with the amount of strength left in the boy's body, all he ended up doing was clinging, pulling him closer.

"I said break it up!" Aikawa yelled. "Usami-san, you have a plane to catch in the next thirty minutes! Get dressed, both of you!" She then scrambled out of the door in a frenzied panic.

"Both of us?" Misaki asked. "But I don't have any classes today."

"No you're coming with us. Isn't that what you wanted to do?"

"I think they just say that to convince you to go to things now." He sighed. "But where are we going?" Anger shrouded Usami's face as he looked over his shoulder at the door.

"If you don't want to go, then we don't have to. We can just stay here."

"No! If it's for your job, then we should go," Misaki protested. Usami smirked.

"I see, Misaki. You're concerned about me."

"Of course! If you were to lose your job just for not going to whatever the heck this is, Aikawa and I would both rip you to pieces," Misaki said, pulling a shirt over his head.

"It's another award. We go in, sit down, pretend we like the food, I say a few words, and then we'll walk out the door," Usami said, the anger now being replaced with dread.

"Where is it? I mean, it must be pretty far away if we're leaving to go to a dinner at," Misaki took a glance at the clock on the bedside table as he pulled on a pair of jeans, "7:30 in the morning."

"It's in America, the state of Texas." Usami pulled on a light blue dress shirt as he spoke.

"America?" Misaki froze in the process of pulling on his socks to stare in shock.

"Yeah. Apparently one of my novels was translated over there. It's quite popular."

"Oh." Misaki brightened. "That's great!"

"Oh, yes. So great that now, not only do I have to deal with the awards here, but across the world as well." He groaned as he tied his yellow tie around his neck. He looked over at Misaki, who was putting on his other sock. "You know you won't be able to walk into the restaurant in those clothes." Misaki stopped and looked in the mirror.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Well, you have to wear a suit. And I doubt they would let in anyone with thaton their shirt." Misaki held out his shirt, looking at the picture of Sora, surrounded by stained glass windows, with the faces of other Kingdom Hearts characters in them.

"What, do they not like Kingdom Hearts fans?" Usami arched an eyebrow at this comment.

"Fine." Misaki sighed and began to pull the shirt over his head. In the brief seconds where all he could see was the dark colored fabric, Usami had crossed the room to stand right in front of him. He jumped to see him suddenly inches away.

"But, Misaki, they won't let you in with jeans either." His voice seemed to deepen as he tugged at the waistband of Misaki's pants.

"Hey, what are you're doing? Usagi-san, I can dress myself you know!" a now shirtless Misaki claimed.

Then Aikawa burst in again. "Usami! What is taking so long?" She paused to observe the scene, and her face grew red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. "Usami Akihiko! Misaki is supposed to be getting dressed, not undressed! Misaki, put your shirt back on, there's a suit for you in the trunk of the car." She left the room once more.

Misaki successfully pulled away and put his shirt back on. "She's no fun," Usami mused. Misaki looked over at him in shock.

"You knewthere were clothes for me?"

"Well, yes, I'm the one who picked them out." He shrugged, pulling out a cigarette. Misaki ground his teeth together in aggravation before turning to the door.

~FF~

Aikawa talked about all the things they had to do in America the whole way to the airport. Misaki was in the backseat with her, as she claimed he was a distraction to Usami and was not allowed to be in his line of sight while she was in the car. She was a strange, paranoid, and twisted woman. When they arrived, she kicked the two men out of the car and clambered into the driver's seat, protesting loudly when Misaki attempted to retrieve his bags.

"Don't worry about those. You two go ahead and I'll take care of parking and the bags. We can't have Usami late." And then she drove off in search of a parking space. Misaki was still a little shocked at that morning's events, and now, all he could do was stand in front of the looming building and watch the shiny red sports car drive away.

"Well, come on Misaki." Usami turned around, wrapping his arm around the smaller boy's shoulder. "We're gate A21"

"Usagi-san! What do you think you're doing? We're in public!" Misaki clambered out of the rabbit's hold. The older sighed.

"No one we know is here."

"I don't care, the answer is still no." He folded his arms and walked through the sliding doors of the airport. Usami shook his head, and followed. The whole walk to the gate was full of Usami touching him. Trying to hold his hand, or put his arms around the boy's shoulders and waist, and on one occasion, stopping him completely, pushing him up against a wall, and kissing him senseless. In this case, Misaki had to put some of the blame on himself, as no one would have paid any attention to that particular spot in the airport had it not been for his moans of what Usami preferred to believe was pleasure.

Upon arriving at the gate, the small brunette was thoroughly flustered and furious. "Can you keep your hands off of me for five seconds?" he asked.

"No, I can't," Usami said bluntly, sitting down in one of the several blue plastic chairs to wait for the plane. Misaki huffed as he sat down himself. They spent the time waiting for boarding discussing Misaki's grades, which had begun to fall, which as Misaki claimed, was all Usagi-san's fault. Suddenly, a flustered, fiery-haired editor ran up to join them.

"Alright guys, the luggage Is taken care of, Misaki, here's your carry-on." She handed a small blue satchel to the brunette.

"Are we all ready to leave?" she asked, attempting to flatten Misaki's hair before turning to straighten Usami's tie.

"Calm down, we're only getting on a plane," the man replied.

"Right."

"Could all first-class passengers, elderly, handicapped, and families with young children, please proceed to the loading gate, and prepare to board. Thank you."

"That's us, Misaki." He helped pull the smaller boy up, and began to walk away. The brunette paused when he noticed the editor hadn't stood from her chair.

"What about Aikawa-san?" she asked.

"Oh, don't worry about me, I'll be flying business class." She smiled, waving a small goodbye. Misaki was then promptly dragged onto the plane by Usami. As they plomped into their white leather chairs, Misaki complained.

"I thought you didn't want to go on this trip?"

"I don't. But I love plane rides." Usami turned to look out the window. Misaki gave him a weird look; he would have never expected Usagi-san to like air travel. He sighed, this was going to be a long trip.