Disclaimer: I'm bored.

Misaki: So write the disclaimer and then you can write the story.

Cheyanne: Okay okay, I own nothing. And I want to thank everyone for their amazing support on this story. It seems everyone is intrigued. Apparently we are split down the middle for reviews.

Misaki: …What does that mean?

Cheyanne: It means that half the people who voiced opinions beyond "it's great" want Ijuuin to force Misaki and the other half want them to have a sordid affair.

Usagi: *seeing red*

Misaki: You know this really isn't helpful.

Cheyanne: I know, but it's fun. Anyway, enjoy the next chapter!

Day One—Morning

Misaki woke up early that morning. He opened his bedroom door and looked out into the main room to see his idol fast asleep at his drawing table. He smiled. It almost reminded him of Usagi-san after he met a deadline.

He considered waking the sleeper but decided to make some tea and coffee first. The tea was for himself but, according to interviews, Ijuuin Sensei preferred coffee. He took cream, no sugar. The cream sweetened it all on its own, he'd said. Misaki went to the kitchen and searched the cupboard for mugs. He found two and pulled them down and set them on the counter before going to fill the tea kettle and the coffee maker.

"Morning." Misaki jumped and spun to see the mangaka running a hand through his already sleep ruffled hair, making it even messier than it already was.

"Oh, good morning!" Misaki leapt to attention. "I was just making some coffee."

"Thanks. Just cream, please."

"I kn—" he stopped himself because he realized that saying he knew might come off as creepy or stalkerish. Instead, he said, "Yes, Sensei."

Ijuuin rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at him. "You know, you don't have to be so formal with me."

"Sensei?" Misaki asked carefully.

"Kyou is fine."

Misaki flushed at the thought of addressing his idol by his first name but shook his head rapidly. "No, Sensei. I'm afraid that's impossible."

"Ijuuin, then."

Misaki swallowed. "Ijuuin-san," he tried.

Ijuuin yawned. "I suppose that's the best I can hope for, Takahashi-kun."

Misaki nodded and turned away when the tea kettle whistled sharply. "Y-you should go get some drawing done."

"Ah yes, of course. I'm looking forward to your coffee."

"It's just coffee," Misaki muttered.

"Ah, but it's coffee made by my new editor. It has to be good to keep me awake the next eighteen hours."

Misaki jerked. "Eh? Eighteen hours?"

Ijuuin nodded. "Only way I'm gonna get everything drawn in three days. Tomorrow you're going to have to keep me up for twenty hours.

Misaki winced. "Maybe I'll make it a bit stronger."

Ijuuin chuckled softly. "Don't worry about breakfast though. Digestion slows me down."

"I see," Misaki said. "You will eat eventually though, won't you?"

"I'll have to. But not for awhile yet."

Misaki hesitated but nodded. Ijuuin smiled, reached out and ruffled Misaki's hair, making the boy's heart swell excitedly. And then he picked up his coffee, poured in his own cream and left. Misaki watched until the man plunked himself down on the floor pulled the drawing table toward him.

Misaki smiled brightly to see his idol sitting in the middle of the floor with a serious look on his face and a stack of blank pages of paper for him to work off of. He watched as Sensei picked up a piece, centered it on the table, picked up a pencil and began to scribble.

Then Misaki's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and flipped it open, disappearing deeper into the kitchen. "Moshi moshi."

"Ah, good morning, Takahashi-kun. This is Suou from the chief editor's office."

"Ah yes," Misaki stood straighter as though the man could see him. "What can I do for you, Suou-san?"

"Oh, the editor wanted to make sure everything with you staying with Ijuuin Sensei was working out correctly given this is the first time you've ever been in charge of someone." He coughed. "Other than Usami Sensei, of course."

Misaki let that go. While, he'd never been paid to babysit Usagi-san, he often felt like it was part of his job as a freeloader in his lover's apartment. "Everything is fantastic, actually. I am grateful to be working with such an esteemed mangaka."

"Naturally," Suou replied. "You must not be afraid to call if there is anything you cannot handle."

"Yes, sir." Misaki would never call for help on his first trip. They would never have faith in him as a good editor if he panicked and needed help for something already. Besides, he'd been living with the Great Overlord Usami Akihiko for three years. How could anyone possibly be more troublesome than that man?

"Very good. And make sure you keep him on schedule. We are not sure how much work he has already completed but based on what he has drawn out verses when his inking assistant will arrive, I'm sure you can come up with a suitable schedule for him."

Misaki winced, thinking about the twelve rough sketches that compiled four weeks' worth of work. "Yes, sir," he said again.

"Excellent. We look forward to seeing the finished product."

"Right," Misaki replied. "Good bye, Suou-san."

"Good bye, Takahashi-kun."

Misaki snapped the phone shut and wondered what the hell he'd gone and gotten himself into. But then, he'd wanted to be an editor. Now here was his first challenge. There was no time to panic because he only had three days to get thirty-five pages drawn, inked and readable dialogue written. He was so screwed.

To be continued…

Cheyanne: Ugh, I'm too tired to write banter.

Misaki: Oh? And why's that?

Cheyanne: Cuz I missed the bus and had to walk three miles to my grandma's house to get a lift for the next six.

Misaki: Oh...poor baby.

Cheyanne: Shut up and leave me alone. Readers, please review and I'll feel a lot better.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika