Misaki checked his watch again. This wasn't good, he was 3 minutes behind schedule. Now, to any other normal person, 3 minutes doesn't seem like much of a difference in time. But, to Misaki, 3 minutes could mean the difference between dinner and no dinner.
He fidgeted nervously in the blue train seat. The train was stuck due to a malfunction on the tracks. He kept on tapping his feet in annoyance, this isn't good, he thought to himself. Akihiko was going to be upset.
He cursed under his breath, why must this happen to him today? He closed his eyes, for he might as well get his sleep now.
When the brunette opened his eyes, he was surprised that he made it awake exactly on his stop. He sprang up and ran out the train doors. It was now 4:30, he was supposed to be back home by 3:00. He checked his phone, the screen read: 23 missed messages, 5 voicemails, and 33 calls- all from Akihiko. Misaki gripped the device in his hands and ran faster.
When he reached the tall building he made a home in, he gulped. For once, he was glad that he lived on the top floor. Today, instead of taking the elevator, he decided to walk up the endless flights of stairs. When he reached the apartment in which he lived in, he took out his keys ever so slowly. He plugged the silver object into the doorknob and he slowly opened the door.
When he walked inside, the lights were off. Misaki sighed, so Akihiko had already gone to sleep. The author was a hard-working man, Misaki'll give you that but his sleeping schedule was ever so different from that of a normal person's. He set down his bag and made way to the kitchen where he found several broken glasses. He sighed and then put on his gloves, he had told the man many times to use heat-resist glasses for his coffee but Akihiko just doesn't listen.
When he turned around with the broken pieces, he gasped as he dropped them once again. A tall figure stood before him, with his glaring eyes, Akihiko looked down at Misaki. The boy yelped as the man turned around and sat at the table. Misaki clenched his apron in his hands and then followed Akihiko.
"Where were you?" Akihiko said as he played with the panda cigar holder at the long table. Misaki didn't answer. He didn't dare to answer. Akihiko narrowed his eyes.
"I said, where were you." The man repeated the question, this time his tone a bit more deep than the last. Misaki looked up at him and then looked down again, this time he had done it.
"The train… came late and then there was a malfun-," Akihiko threw the cigar holder at the boy. Misaki didn't even bother to dodge.
"Don't give me that bullshit, I extend your curfew and this is how you thank me? By coming home late?" Akihiko shouted. Misaki winced. The grey-haired man growled. He slid back and extended his lap. Misaki walked forward and hesitantly sat on it. His heart was thumping in his chest.
"Do you deserved to be punished?" Akihiko whispered into the boy's ear. Misaki nodded, he had to go along with the man's play if he wanted to go to school tomorrow. Slowly, a cold hand found their way up to Misaki's pink nipples, he shivered as the coldness made contact with the sensitive part of his chest.
He arched his back and jolted when another hand slid down his backside, without preparation a finger was thrust into him. His eyes widened as he saw Akihiko licking his lips.
"On all fours," he said. Misaki shook his head, "please, I'll come home earlier from now on, please!" Misaki begged. Akihiko's face turned dark. He threw Misaki on the floor and then kneeled down next to him.
"N-O. if you came home late this time, what makes you think that you won't do it a second time?" Akihiko said. Misaki begged and begged. But it was no use. His fate had been set the day Takahiro got into that car crash. The moment the judge declared his right to Akihiko, he had been doomed.