Heya people XD soo my first JR fanfict is out! Woot! *happy dance* well, let me know what you think about it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the plot of this story and my lovely OC.


"Usagi-san, dinner is ready!"

"Coming."

Usagi's footsteps echoed around the walls of the ridiculously huge condo as he lazily walked down the stairs, Suzuki in hand. Misaki is busy preparing the final touches when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist. Misaki flinched and he almost dropped the plate he was holding.

"Usagi-san, stop doing that!" Misaki yelled as he tried to escape from Usagi's strong grip, but to no avail.

"Doing what?" Usagi asked nonchalantly, tightening his grip. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through Usagi's head.

"Ow, that hurts..." Usagi said, faking a pout as he rubbed his lightly swelling head.

Misaki just 'hmp'-ed and motioned Usagi to sit down and eat. Usagi then sat down, followed by Misaki.

"Itadakimasu."

They ate in silence, the faraway traffic being the only voice that is heard in that room. Usagi suddely broke the silence.

"You know, I was wondering..." Usagi started. Misaki's eyes darted up, looking straight to Usagi's lavender eyes with a (cute) glare, "how can you hit so hard when you can't even escape from my hug?"

Misaki looked like someone just tried to kill him. His face paled considerably, and his emerald pools widened in surprise. Usagi raised a brow at this.

"W-What are you t-talking about? That hit i-isn't hard... hahaha!" Misaki stuttered nervously, scratching the back of his head. Usagi's brow raised even more.

"It is hard, though..." Usagi argued back. Misaki suddenly stood up, almost dropping the plates on the table. His face is deadly pale, and his frame shook a little.

"I-I'm not hungry. Usagi-san, just put the dirty plates on the sink when you're finished, I'll go clean that up later. I-I've got some homework to do." Misaki blabbered, then ran up the stairs. Usagi is left there, dumbfounded beyond measure.

"...the heck?"


Morning came around, and Usagi haven't seen his lover since the little event on the dining table. Usagi tried to enter Misaki's room to ask what's wrong (and harrass him through the night), but the door is locked, and he heard some shuffling behind the door. He tried to coax his little boyfriend to come out, but only silence replied to him. He finally gave up and went to his room.

"That's weird..." Usagi said aloud. He was expecting to be greeted with the smell of Misaki's cooking that morning, but nothing is picked up by his nose. And then a crash is heard from Misaki's room, followed with a yelp of pain. Usagi quickly dashed to Misaki's room, but found that the door is still locked.

"Misaki? Misaki?! Open the door! Are you okay?" Usami yelled while pounding relentlessly on the door. There was a pause, then a clicking noise followed by the creak of the door's hinges as Misaki appeared on the doorway, rubbing his waist in pain.

"I'm fine, Usagi-san," Misaki replied, smiling weakly. Usagi suddely hugged Misaki, squeezing him with all his worth. Misaki blushed, squirming in Usagi's arms.

"U-Usagi-san, you're ch-choking me," Misaki gasped out. Usagi finally let go, worry still etched onto his face.

"What happened?" Usagi asked. Misaki only looked down, fiddling with his fingers. Then he looked up with a painfully oblivious fake smile on his face.

"I'm fine. Now, I'll go cook breakfast. Just finish your work while I cook, okay?" Misaki seems to have not noticed it, but his way of speaking is way off. And Usagi, once again, noticed that. But he let it go, figuring that he'd let Misaki relax and tell Usagi himself what's wrong.

The sound of cooking and typing are the sounds that decorated that morning. Usually Misaki would hum, Usagi would start molesting him, and Misaki will give him a swollen bump on his head for that. But today is different. Today is quiet. And Usagi did not like that at all.

"Hey, Misaki," Usagi called out. Misaki stopped whatever he's doing and turned around, "can we go on a date after this?"

"W-What? Don't be stupid! People will see a-and they..." Misaki's ramble is cut short when Usagi's arms gently enveloped him in a warm hug. Usagi buried his face in Misaki's brown locks, gently inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and his Misaki combined. Misaki can't help but melt inside Usagi's hug.

"There is something wrong, Misaki. And I don't like it," Usagi mumbled, "it's okay if you don't tell me what it is, but at least let me cheer you up..." the slight gentleness in Usagi's voice warmed Misaki's heart. Even though Usagi is a raging pervert with a high sex drive, and an unlimited amount of libido, Misaki knew that the soft, sweet side of him is hiding in the folds of Usagi's horniness.

Even though that side really hides well.

"O-Okay," Misaki squeaked out, blushing madly. Usagi only smiled and nuzzled the back of Misaki's neck. Then suddenly a weird smell filled the air.

"The food!" Misaki exclaimed loudly, breaking free of his boyfriend's hug and checked on the pan. Sure enough, a glomp of black something (that was supposed to be a fried egg) stared back at him. Misaki then started yelling and Usagi can't help but chuckle. It's nice to see his lover back to normal again (if only for a while).

Breakfast was filled with comfortable silence, with only the clinking of utensils accompanying their breakfast. But Misaki's face is calm and happy, and Usagi's face, for once, is not decorated with the rape face he usually show when looking at Misaki. His face in contented, and his smile soft. When Misaki dared to look up to see Usagi's face (expecting the said rape face), he is both surprised and pleased to see Usagi's real, soft smile in front of him. Misaki's face heated up and he looked down, staring down at his breakfast. Usagi just chuckled softly at this, and went on with his food.

After cleaning up, the couple headed to their respective rooms, preparing for the date. Even Misaki giggled quietly when he reached his room, then hit himself in the head.

"I'm acting like a lovestruck maiden," he sighed, and his brows furrowed tightly, "again..."


After both of them took a shower, Misaki being the last, they put on their clothes (Misaki being the latest, again...). When Misaki exited his room and walked down the stairs, he blused to see his lover.

Usagi is wearing a plain, button-up white shirt with a pair of jeans.

And that is not really normal.

"U-Usagi-san? Why are you wearing normal clothes? I-I mean, you always wear a suit and all..." Misaki stammered out, blushing while trying to look at anything, anything beside his handsome lover, who practically oozed pheromones.

"Because I want to make you comfortable," Usagi replied, smiling, "because you always look so shifty when seen by me with a suit, so I figured I'll go buy some regular clothes."

Misaki's heart swelled at this. Usagi, his Usagi was really trying to cheer him up. Even to go as far as getting regular clothes...

Wait...

"H-How much is the cost? The clothes, I mean," Misaki ask him, staring at him with a very skeptical and strained look.

"Don't worry. I only bought this outfit for about 1000 yen. It's not that expensive," Usagi said, beaming that he isn't buying something expensive, for a change, "I bought it on some sale..."

Misaki sighed, relieved that his lover isn't buying something worth five times a commoner's yearly salary.

"Well then, let's go!" Misaki cheerfully chirped, already marching towards the door. Usagi soon followed.


They took a trip to a park, where they ate ice cream and chatted along. They even played frisbee that Usagi grabbed out of thin air. Exhausted and happy, they both sat down the park bench.

"That was actually fun!" Misaki panted. Usagi just smiled, watching his lover affectionally. Misaki blushed at the attention. Suddenly, an uneasy feeling flashed in Misaki. He blinked, not sure about what just happened. Then that feeling returned, stronger. And it wouldn't leave.

"U-Usagi-san, let's get back," Misaki muttered out, tugging at Usagi's arm. Usagi's brow shot up. Was his lover not enjoying this?

"What's wrong, Misaki? Aren't you happy?" Usagi replied, worry and dissapointment apparent in his voice. Misaki said nothing, instead, he stood up and yanked at Usagi's arm, almost making him topple down. 'What is wrong with Misaki?' Usagi wondered, following Misaki, who is speedwalking towards the car.

Then something fast and small passed through between Misaki and Usagi. Misaki dared to turn at where the thing landed. It was a tree, and Misaki's blood ran cold as he realized what the thing is.

A bullet.

"Usagi-san! Run!" Misaki yelled, sprinting towards the car. Usagi followed with equal pace, just realizing what the thing is too. Then more gunshots resonated through the park. They ran as fast as they could, barely reaching the car when they realized that someone was leaning against Usagi's car.

The person, that turned out to be a woman with silver hair, dashed to usagi and dug through Usagi's pocket, fishing out the car key. She unlocked the door, and turned around.

"Get into the car! Now!"


Well, I was inspired to write this story after watching Homefront. That movie is epic XD well, this is not my very first fict, but please be kind and click that review button, because a review a day keeps the writer's block at bay :D