"Haruhiko Usami," the man answered simply. He raised the cup to his lips and sipped on the coffee in it. He scrunched his nose up and put a little creamer in it to make the drink fit his tastes more. His cold eyes never left Sumi's face. "So, that's why you invited me?"
Sumi shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, Misaki-kun set this up," he answered simply. He sipped on his tea. "How about you?" It then dawned on him. "Perhaps it would be by the same hand that we are meeting here?"
Haruhiko nodded. "Yes, that's true. And, before you ask, yes. I am Akihiko Usami's older brother."
Sumi grinned. "Ah, so that's why I recognize that face. It makes sense, really."
Not another word passed between the two of them. The air quickly became awkward, yet neither of them seemed to notice or mind it. Sumi, as well as Haruhiko, wondered why Misaki had arranged this meeting between them, but neither could come up with any reason why other than the fact he could want rid of them. Still, they found it stupid that he would resort to such measures. Alas, that would be typical thought of Misaki Takahashi, one not used to using his brain more than necessary. Haruhiko looked at his watch. "Pardon me, but I must be going. Business, you see." He stood up and headed towards the door of the cafe. "I shall meet with you again."
Sumi sighed a bit as he watched him leave. He felt a bit sad, yet he didn't really know why. He, seeing no reason to linger there, excused himself from the premisis also. He snaked his hands into his pockets and strolled leisurely down the street, his form standing proper. He took one hand and pushed his glasses up by the rim. He grinned once he noticed Misaki coming towards him, but he didn't call out to him. Instead, he let Misaki do that if he were to notice him. Finally, he did. "Senpai! I didn't expect to see you here!"
Sumi shrugged and ruffled Misaki's hair. "You didn't? I was just heading home from the cafe."
Misaki shifted his weight rather uncomfortably. "Was he as awkward as I had told you about?" He looked at him expectantly.
Sumi shook his head. "Not at all, really. We had quite the conversation. Well, for a bit, anyway." He shrugged. "Thank you for making the arrangements for us, Misaki-kun."
Misaki nodded. "Anytime, Sumi-senpai. So, are you gonna talk with him again?"
Sumi nodded. "Yes. I plan to eventually. So, why don't you tell me how Usami-san has been doing? You haven't spoken of him in a while." He leaned forward and looked at him with dreamy eyes.
Misaki scowled, but didn't say anything. He turned away. "So, um...I have some shopping to do, so I'll see you later!" He waved to him then ran off in a hurry.
Sumi knew that Misaki didn't like talking with him about Akihiko, but he didn't really care. After all, Misaki had been his main source of information about him and his main link, also. He rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath. 'Maybe I should go home and make some tea,' he thought to himself. He decided he would since he had no reason to be in town. He then stopped. "Hmm...Perhaps I could pick up a book to take home with me? I have nothing more to do, I suppose." So, before going home, he stopped and bought himself a book written by someone by the name of Usuzu. He then headed home.
He slid open the front door, left his shoes and went inside. "I'm home," he called, but barely in an audible way. No one answered. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. 'Tea,' he thought. He put some on then sat down at the low table and set the bookstore bag down on it. He took the contents out, a dramatic novel, and flipped it open to the first page then began reading. It seemed that he couldn't focus, however. When he would read, say, a paragraph or so, his mind would oddly drift on to Haruhiko.
He jumped a bit when he thought he felt something like a hand on his shoulder. "Huh!" He turned to see someone, but he saw no one. He took a deep breath. "Ah...must have been my imagination." He stood up and went to get some tea. It hadn't dawned on him that he had been there, reading and day-dreaming, for such a long while. He poured himself a cup then went back to reading his book. But, again, he couldn't focus for the thought of Usami-ani. He gave up. He finished his tea, put the book away then went to bed for the night.
