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Chapter 2

"Tadaima!" Misaki called out as he swung the door open and dragged his tired body into the living room of Akihiko's penthouse. He was aching all over and was dying to have a nice warm bath before preparing dinner.

His heart caught in his throat when he beheld the sight before him. Two men, lying butt-naked and entwined on the floor beside the couch. Taking a step closer, he recognized one of them as Akihiko, who was pinned underneath the other guy. Misaki couldn't tell who the guy was as his back was facing him.

"Since Misaki is pregnant, let me be your outlet," the nameless man purred at Akihiko.

"Mmmm..." The novelist murmured in reply.

Misaki felt anger consume him in a warm rush. Clenching his fists, he walked over to the men, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Get off him, you piece of shit!"

The man turned to face him; Misaki gasped as he recognized him as Sumi Senpai, whom he knew had a long-time crush on Akihiko.

"You'll have to fight me first," his senior sneered, running his hands over Akihiko's thighs.

Heart beating so violently that he thought it was going to burst out of his ribcage, Misaki stomped into the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers for something he could use as a weapon. It seemed like an eternity before he managed to grab hold of a frying pan. Running over to the two men, he screamed "Go to hell!" as he raised the frying pan over the bastard's head.

"Misaki! Misaki! Wake up!"

Akihiko patted his partner's cheek lightly. They were back in Akihiko's home after Misaki had been discharged from hospital, and now the poor teenager was thrashing about in bed, choked sounds coming out of his lips. After a few more seconds of struggling, Misaki's emerald eyes shot open as he awoke, breathing heavily.

"It's alright, it's just a nightmare," Akihiko caressed his slightly damp chestnut hair, trying to calm him down.

Misaki said nothing, staring at the ceiling with his heart still pounding. No! Usagi-san isn't that kind of guy!

"What did you dream of?" Akihiko asked gently.

"Nothing." Misaki shook his head slowly. He didn't dare to confess that he had dreamed of Akihiko fooling around. He didn't even want to put the idea into his head. For the next half an hour, he simply lay there in his sweat-drenched pajamas, tears streaming down his face.

Akihiko glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was a little past midnight. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep with Misaki in such a state.

"Okay then, what can I do to make you stop crying?" Akihiko sighed.

"Banana omelettes," Misaki croaked, suddenly feeling hungry.

"Huh?"

"Fried banana omelettes, I need to have them right now," groaned Misaki, rubbing his growling stomach and trying to swing his feet off the bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Akihiko sat up in alarm and grabbed the boy's arms when he realized he was trying to get out of bed.

"Going to make myself some," Misaki replied in a rather irritated voice.

"We don't have bananas in the house."

"But I need to have them right now!" Misaki reiterated. If he didn't have his craving satisfied this instant he would go insane.

"Alright, alright, I'll go get them. You stay in bed right now," Akihiko ordered sternly as he gently pushed Misaki back onto the bed. "I don't want you bumping into things in the dark or falling down the stairs." Then he quickly got dressed, drove to the nearest 24-hour supermarket and bought some bananas. Spotting some pregnancy magazines on a rack, he decided to grab some as well.

Back home, after making a gigantic mess of the stove and throwing away several eggs, the novelist finally succeeded in making edible omelettes.

Misaki was sure he was going to die of hunger when the aroma of food greeted him as Akihiko entered the bedroom with two big plates. The omelettes were slightly charred but at least they weren't rock-hard like the last time he had tried making them. Misaki devoured everything greedily.

"Hey, slow down," Akihiko patted his back, watching him wolf down the food. He was glad that Misaki's appetite had returned; the poor boy had not been able to keep his food down for the past few weeks.

Full and satisfied, Misaki fell asleep with his head nestled against his lover's chest.


After his morning ritual of throwing up, Misaki brushed his teeth, showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and gave a start when he saw Akihiko waiting for him with a syringe in his hand.

"Can you at least make a sound or something?" grumbled Misaki.

"Towel off, please," Akihiko spoke in a businesslike manner. Misaki obediently did as he was told and perched himself on the bed, while Akihiko quickly but gently administered the hormone shot into his backside.

"Ow," the teenager winced, and Akihiko kissed the back of his head to take away the pain, before going off to dispose of the needle. Misaki got dressed into a T-shirt and jeans. The jeans still fit him, but they were beginning to feel a little tight. Soon, hunger pangs forced him to trudge downstairs into the kitchen, with Akihiko trailing closely behind like a bodyguard.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Akihiko demanded, gripping his arm as he entered the kitchen.

"Making breakfast," replied Misaki, taking out a jar of fermented beans from the fridge. For the past few weeks he had been doing nothing but sleep, eat and throw up, and he wanted to make himself useful for once.

"Let me help you," Akihiko offered.

"No no I can do it myself! Stop treating me like I'm disabled!" Misaki snapped. He wasn't sure whether it was his hunger or his newly acquired hormones, but he was beginning to find Akihiko a pain in the ass. Turning around, his gaze fell on the huge mess on the stove. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips.

"I'll clean that up later," said Akihiko, going to his computer.

They had just finished their breakfast of fermented beans, rice and miso soup, when the doorbell rang, and Akihiko answered it. Takahiro and his wife, Manami had come to visit.

"How are you doing, Misaki?" Manami approached the teenager and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"I'm fine. We're all fine," Misaki placed a hand on his tummy and tried to look sprightly. "I'm so glad everyone's alright now!" He grinned, trotting off into the kitchen to make coffee for the guests.

"Where's Mahiro?" Akihiko enquired after the couple's first-born.

"Oh, he's at my mother's," said Manami, smiling as she sat on the couch. "I hope he doesn't get jealous when his two siblings arrive."

"Hmm... Akihiko, have you been getting enough sleep?" Takahiro asked, noticing the dark circles under his friend's eyes.

"Generally, yes," Akihiko replied. The truth was that he had been awakened at least five times a night by Misaki getting out of bed to pee.

"Please sit down, Misaki," coaxed Manami when the boy came over to serve coffee. "You shouldn't be on your feet serving us; it should be the other way round!"

"Don't worry! I'm a healthy and fit nineteen year-old. This isn't strenuous for me at all," declared Misaki, forcing a grin as the smell of coffee sent a wave of nausea through him. He lowered himself onto the couch and involuntarily adjusted his tight jeans, the gesture accidentally revealing a little of his bare abdomen. Takahiro could not help but stare in fascination. Feeling like a zoo exhibit, Misaki shifted in his seat in embarrassment.

Takahiro smiled a tentative smile as he observed his little brother. "Have you been eating well? You don't look like you've gained weight."

"Uh… I try to, when I have the appetite…" Misaki replied, drinking a glass of water to pacify his rebelling stomach. It seemed to work, but now the nausea was replaced by a compelling urge to pass gas.

"Oh, you must be having a hard time with all the pregnancy symptoms," said Manami, giving the teenager a sympathetic pat on the back. "I'm terribly sorry for causing you so much trouble. This is all my fault."

"No, no! Don't say that!" cried Misaki. "I'm taking this very well!" He tried sitting absolutely still, wondering how long he could hold it in.

"Will you be going back to Osaka for work?" Akihiko asked his friend.

"Yeah," Takahiro nodded. "The economy isn't doing well, so I'll have to work extra hard since I'm going to have two extra mouths to feed."

"That means we won't be able to see Misaki so often," sighed Manami.

"You know," Takahiro suggested. "I was thinking of bringing Misaki back with us."

"Hmm," Akihiko said, nodding slowly.

"My wife can stay at home and look after him," Takahiro continued.

Misaki's huge eyes widened when he heard what was being discussed. Say something, Usagi-san! He panicked, stealing a glance at Akihiko.

The novelist kept quiet, looking contemplative for a few moments. Finally he spoke. "I understand that you would want to be close to Misaki, since it's your children that he's carrying."

Misaki's heart stopped. Was Akihiko seriously going to let him go? Did he even have a say in the matter? Everyone was talking about him as if he were invisible. Taking shallow breaths to calm himself down, he debated in his mind whether to speak up. Should I tell them I want to stay? But what if -

"We don't want to impose on you," said Takahiro. "We know you have got tight deadlines to meet, and it will be troublesome if Misaki were around."

When he saw Akihiko remain silent, Misaki's heart sank. Maybe I'm really a burden to Usagi-san, he thought as he felt tears well up in his eyes. He recalled how he had snapped at Akihiko and treated him like a servant for the past couple of weeks. But the man didn't seem to mind all that. Maybe he did mind after all. Besides, Usagi-san probably finds me unattractive now that I'm tired, moody and sick almost all the time. He can't get enough sleep, and he can't even smoke when I'm around. Maybe he's secretly hoping to get rid of me. The teenager bowed his head miserably as he realized all the inconvenience he was causing Akihiko.

"But won't Manami have her hands full with Mahiro?" Akihiko asked.

Manami laughed. "Mahiro is quite a handful, but still, it's our responsibility to look after Misaki."

"I was thinking also, that Misaki still needs to attend college," Akihiko continued. "The doctor has given him permission to do so."

"Hmm...well..." pondered Takahiro.

"Actually, I don't mind taking care of Misaki at all," said Akihiko, and a flicker of hope crept into the boy's face.

"Are you sure?" His friend asked rather doubtfully.

Misaki quickly interjected at this point. "Usagi-san has been taking very good care of me! He's a really nice guy!"

Takahiro's turned towards him with a slightly surprised look on his face. "I see," he said. "You two seem to get along very well, huh?"

Akihiko laughed a full-throated, hearty laugh. "Yeah, Misaki has gotten used to living here." Then his expression turned serious. "Please rest assured that I'll do my very best to take care of Misaki and look after his every need," he said sincerely. Misaki cringed a little at the words, which sounded strange coming out of the man's mouth, but deep inside he was bursting with elation.

"Wow... what can I say? I'm simply touched that you're willing to do so much for a friend," said Takahiro, looking gratefully at Akihiko.

Akihiko flashed a big smile back at him. "Oh don't worry about it. It's my pleasure."

"Well...then I'll have to trouble you once again," said Takahiro. Misaki closed his eyes as relief washed over him.

"Not at all," replied Akihiko. "Misaki's a very polite and considerate young man."

Unfortunately, it was at this point when a thunderous blast of flatulence resounded through the living room. Misaki's face turned crimson with embarrassment as an awkward silence took over for a few seconds. Damn, he cursed silently. It must have been all the bananas and beans he ate.

"It's alright, Misaki-kun," comforted Manami smilingly. "I had lots of gas when I was pregnant with Mahiro."

"Oh, er... hahaha," Misaki laughed it off, secretly wishing the ground would open up and swallow him.


That evening, after dinner, Misaki had a bout of dizziness, so Akihiko carried him upstairs and tucked him in early. After giving him his shot and helping him to get comfortable in bed, Akihiko planted a goodnight kiss on his lips, and was about to go when Misaki clutched his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" The silver-haired man asked softly.

"I ...I thought you didn't want me around," replied Misaki, sniffling a little.

"Silly boy. Why would you think that?"

"You took such a long time to answer my brother."

"That's because I was thinking of how to convince him to let you stay," explained Akihiko.

"Usagi-san..." Misaki started to weep uncontrollably again, and Akihiko wrapped his arms around him, drawing him in a protective hug.

"Sshh... don't cry anymore. I told you I would never give you up. Not to anyone, not to Takahiro," the man whispered, as Misaki drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace. Usagi-san always says he can't live without me. But the fact is, I'm the one who can't live without Usagi-san...


That's all for now! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Do let me know what you think! :)

*Tadaima means "I'm home!"

*Mahiro is Takahiro's baby son from the manga