Here is the second chapter in this crazy work of a story I am writing. I hope people are enjoying my little piece of insanity. I wanted to put out the warning that since Kisa and Yukina are living out the lives of two completely different characters, they may seem OOC at times. I don't like to write characters to out of the ordinary, so I am doing my best, but not everyone can get a character to play another and be originally spot on, so forgive me if I have butchered them beyond recognition.

Thanks again to Risque Tendencies for reading this and making sure I don't muck up the English language too much. I also wanted to thank everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, alerted, or any combination of the aforementioned. I appreciate people are checking my stuff out.

/GG/

Just a Few Days

Better Than Expected

Kisa allowed himself some time to wake up nice and slow. It had been a long time since he'd slept so well. He was sure it was because of his upcoming date with Murakami-senpai. The idea had him so excited he'd all but wore himself out. With his eyes closed he was able to visualize the man and that brought a smile to his face.

Calmly, he opened his eyes only to see a big pair of big brown eyes, staring at him from just a few inches away. Kisa's eyes shot open and he flew back, falling out of the bed and landing on the floor in an unceremonious pile. The boy cocked his head and then reached out to help Kisa to his feet.

"You're finally awake!" the boy said with a smile. "I've been waiting for a while. You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you." The smile was enough to make Kisa's heart melt.

"I-I-I thought you'd wake up and just leave," Kisa stammered. He was used to his one-night stands up and leaving before he'd roused, so waking up with someone else in his apartment was quite a shock as of late.

The boy shook his head. "No can do. That would have been rude," he said, with another grin. "You took care of me, so I couldn't just leave now could I?"

Kisa nodded; the boy was correct. "I appreciate the gesture, but you can leave now, it's okay. I am sure you have more important things to do." Kisa stood up and started for his bathroom.

"Not really." The reply was followed by a big yawn as the prince-like boy stretched and sprawled out on the floor like Kisa's dog Kiiro-chan used to do.

"But you can't just stay here, I have to go to work," Kisa stated as he gathered his clothes for the upcoming workday.

He watched the boy out of the corner of his eye. Mentioning that he had to leave caused the younger man to fold in on himself a little, but then the same shimmering aura appeared that seemed to follow him around. This guy looked just like one of the hero-type characters in the mangas he edited.

"What's your name?" the boy asked, sitting on his haunches.

Kisa raised his eyebrows before mumbling, "Kisa, Kisa Shouta."

"Hmmm." A look of contemplation came onto the young man's face. "How old are you?"

"Are you writing a book?" Kisa asked, annoyed.

The other grinned. "No, I want to know what I should call you. I am sure you are around my age, but I don't want to call you Shouta-kun if you are actually older than I am."

Kisa blushed as he realized the kid probably thought he was a high school boy. It always made him grimace when he had to tell people he was actually 30.

"I'm 30," he said shyly.

The kid fell onto his backside and then sat on his knees moments later. "You're how old?"

Kisa walked over to his wallet and produced his identification card. He didn't have a car, but, because of his young-looking physique, he'd gotten his driver's license to make sure he had proof of his age when necessary.

"Wow! You're so old!"

"Thanks," Kisa said in a hushed, yet scandalized tone.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way Kisa-san, but you don't look like you are out of high school yet."

'Story of my life,' He thought. 'When is this kid going to leave and why does he remind me of Kiiro-chan?'

Kisa watched as the boy knelt down on all fours and stared at the picture with stars in his eyes. Then it hit him; the boy reminded him of his dog because of how he was moving about. He had lied on his back like Kiiro-chan had when he wanted a belly rub, sat on his back haunches as if waiting for a puppy treat, and was now on four legs like when his dog had been searching for something.

"What do you do, Kisa-san?"

The question brought the editor out of his remembrances and into the present where a boy was acting like a dog and begging for attention.

"I edit manga at Marukawa," he replied as he shut the door to his bathroom and started his morning routine. The kid would get bored and leave if he ignored him, just like a dog he assumed.

Twenty minutes later Kisa exited his bathroom and just about dropped his sleep clothes. The boy hadn't just left like he'd thought, instead he'd propped himself up on a pillow and was watching television.

"What kind of dog are you?" Kisa asked before thinking. "You shouldn't just make yourself at home in someone else's house."

"I was waiting for you, Kisa-san. Doesn't a dog do that too?"

Kisa shook his head. "You aren't a dog, why are you calling yourself one?"

"You said it first," came the matter-of-fact answer.

This made Kisa pause and try to remember his last few minutes. He was right, the first time the word dog had been used was when he himself had said it.

"Be that as it may, why are you still here?"

The boy lowered his head momentarily and said rather sadly, "I have nowhere else to go right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm a dog without a home right now."

It made Shouta feel for the boy, but he had his own life to worry about. Still, he was curious as to where the kid had come from and what he was doing. Another burning question was why he had been beaten up and lying in a box at his doorstep.

"You're not a dog," Kisa reiterated. "Obviously you have been well taken care of, so there must have been someplace you had lived."

"I did, but that place is no longer somewhere I can go," he said softly. "I want to stay here with you, Kisa-san."

Kisa Shouta felt his heart flop in his chest like a landed fish. He'd never even considered having a pet, let alone a roommate. The place wasn't all that big and they'd have to sleep in the same room every night.

"I don't want a roommate."

The boy crawled along the floor and sat back on his hind end again, looking upward eagerly. "I don't have to be a roommate. You called me a dog, so I can be your dog."

If Kisa'd had a drink in his hand with liquid in his mouth he'd have done a spit-take. He sat down hard on the bed with a look of confusion laced on his brow. The sound of the apartment became deafening and overpowered his senses. This kid was obviously a little mentally absent if he was willing to be treated like a pet.

"Are you thick?"

"No, but I like Kisa-san, so I wouldn't mind being his pet for a while!" the boy said jovially as he scooted closer and offered his hand like a dog wanting to shake.

The editor didn't quite know what to say. He really wanted the boy to leave, so he decided to play along and degrade the kid enough to make him want to leave.

"Okay," Kisa said as he batted the hand away and stood up. He started pacing and gave a thoughtful glance downward. "You won't have any rights as a pet. You'll sleep on a blanket on the floor at the foot of the bed and eat what I put out for you. I expect you to use the bathroom like a well trained canine and, if necessary, you will take punishment." If that didn't scare the kid away, then Kisa didn't know what would.

He wasn't quite prepared for what happened next.

"Okay, master."

The boy bounded over to Kisa's feet and rubbed against his leg. Kisa, instinctively, reached out and rubbed the boy's head. He couldn't think at the moment, at least not coherently. His conscious was arguing that it was a bad idea to allow the boy to stay, but the feel of the boy's hair between his fingers was enough to make him want to keep the kid. He couldn't think of him as boy or kid though; the guy had to have a name.

"What's your name?" Kisa asked absentmindedly as he continued to rub his fingers in the other's hair.

"Why don't you name me; that's how it's done after all."

True enough, usually the owner named a pet. The only name Kisa could come up with was Kiiro-chan. No other name would work for a pet of Kisa's.

"Kiiro-chan," he stated. "Your name is Kiiro-chan."

Kiiro-chan cocked his head to one side for a moment as if to contemplate the idea of the new name. "Where did you come up with the name?" he asked after a time.

"I had a dog when I was younger; a yellow lab. I guess we named him based on his coat color. Not very imaginative and all, but a four year old kid probably didn't have much of an imagination anyway."

The boy grinned and rubbed against Kisa's leg again. "I like it."

Kisa watched as his new pet sparkled like a fairy. What had he gotten himself into?

/GG/

Work was in the process of becoming a living being that Kisa wanted to throw off a bridge. Hell Week had turned into Hell Month. In addition, his mind kept wandering to his flat, where his new pet was supposedly waiting his return. After no uncertain amount of petting, Kiiro-chan had finally allowed the editor to leave Kisa and had managed to make it to work on time.

On the one hand regarding his new pet, he was worried Kiiro-chan would be gone when he returned, along with everything he owned. The other hand had him worried the guy would still be there. What in the hell was he supposed to do with a pet, or a man parading around as a pet? It had to be illegal, what he was doing to the boy. If Kiiro-chan hadn't insisted on being a pet then it would have been easier to kick him out.

It would have also been easier to kick the pet out had he not been so beautiful. Kisa knew his adoration of beautiful faces would fuck him over but good one day. That day was obviously the one in which Kiiro-chan had been dropped in his lap.

The editor reached for his mobile, intent on calling the kid in his apartment.

"Kisa!"

Slightly startled, Kisa sat up straight and looked at the editor-in-chief.

"Yes, Takano-san?" he asked seriously.

"Murakami Kenichi from the Girl's Love department needs to see you."

Kisa's eyes shone wide at the prospect of seeing his senpai again. Inside, he was jumping for joy, but outside he kept a composed look about him so as not to arouse suspicion. Though, with Takano, who was actively pursuing the new underling in their department, he was sure the man knew something was up. There was no reason for the Girl's Love department head to request someone like Kisa.

"On your way back I want you to drop by sales and speak with Yokozawa about your newest volume. Try and talk that idiot into picking up more copies so we don't end up in the hole like last time."

"But, sir…"

"You wanted to beef up your knowledge, so the next step would be learning more about sales. I know you think this company has fucked you over, and it probably has, so you need to fight back and let them know that you are not incompetent."

Kisa knew that Takano was trying to build up his confidence. It was spoken in a blunt way, but it was the truth. Kisa wasn't incompetent and he knew his stuff. So it probably was important for him to learn about the sales department.

"Yes, sir." Kisa bowed slightly and walked off. Each step he took brought him closer to seeing his senpai again.

/GG/

The manga editor was stopped at the elevator as he waited for it to come up to the fourth floor from the sales floor. Mino was hopping into the elevator as well, heading down to the first floor to meet up with his wife and their three kids. Kisa was envious of the happiness that man had and smiled as Mino nodded. If the other hadn't been on the phone, the two men would have started up a conversation. So Kisa started to daydream instead.

In his head he was having a fictitious conversation with his senpai at the coffee shop he was hoping they'd stop by on the way to wherever it was senpai had wanted to go. The inner dialog put a smile on his face as he stepped into the elevator and headed to the second floor. Just a few more minutes and he could see the real person, and not the vision that had been etched into his brain.

After the short ride downward he'd had no less than half a dozen ideas pop into his head, all random thoughts about what he wanted to do with his senpai. First and foremost happened to be sex. The very idea of kissing those sensual lips and having his sempai's cock deep within him sent shivers down his spine and he immediately slapped his face to avoid any embarrassing displays.

"Now is not the time. I don't even know if senpai likes guys," he said out loud, forgetting that Mino was also in the elevator. "I mean…" He looked at his companion sheepishly.

"Kisa, I know that you like this guy; everyone can see it on your face. I wish you the best of luck," Mino said as he clapped the other's back and all but shoved him out of the elevator.

Kisa wasn't quite sure what was more embarrassing; the fact that Mino and other people seemed to know of his infatuation, or that he did a face plant into his senpai's chest when he was knocked out of the elevator.

After he got his bearings, and saw who he'd run into, he about had a heart attack and started mumbling gibberish that no one in their right mind would have understood.

"Kisa, slow down," Kenichi said with a jovial laugh. The baritone of the man's voice resonated within Kisa's head as he turned beet red. Butterflies he hadn't been aware of were fluttering around his nerves, making him feel very uncomfortable. "I was on my way to catch you. Please, come with me for a moment."

Senpai put his hand on the small of Kisa's back, which made him shiver slightly, and maneuvered him through the department to a vacant conference room at the end of the way. The editor was given a chair and Murakami disappeared for a few moments before returning with a girl from the Girl's Love department.

"Kisa, this is Fukushima Shiori," he indicated the other. Kisa nodded. "Fukushima, this is Kisa Shouta." The girl nodded and sat down next to Kisa. "I brought you here because you have a common mangaka I want to discuss."

"How can we have a common mangaka, doesn't he work in a completely different department?" Fukushima asked.

"Yes, he works for the shoujo manga department, Emerald, while you work for the Girl's Love department. I guess we're going to start calling it Amethyst, right?" he asked before just barreling on. "Anyway, the mangaka for Kisa's manga, Summer Rain, and the mangaka for Fukushima's manga, Poison Arrow, is one *AND* the same; she just uses a different pen name."

Kisa could have sweat dropped upon hearing this news. Summer Rain was the most girlie thing ever written while Poison Arrow was hardcore yuri; no one would have ever thought the same mangaka had written both. Based on Fukushima's reaction, she too didn't know that the mangaka was the same for both series. Her eyes were wide with confusion.

"The reason I wanted to see you both is that she has decided to cut down to one manga and is going to choose based on how well the editor works," he continued, then looked over at Kisa. "I've already spoken with Takano about this issue. He told me I could take the reins of this project, even though it does involve the Emerald department as well. He also told me that you, Kisa, are more than capable to handle not being micromanaged. So I am going to leave it to the two of you to edit both mangas this time around. The mangaka will read over the corrections from both and then decide which editor and manga to continue with and which will need to go."

Kisa internally vomited at the prospect of reading the overly-graphic Poison Arrow series. Just the idea of watching two girls eat each other out made him want to pass out. Something about that just didn't sit right with him.

"You are free to leave, Fukushima, but hold on for a moment Kisa." Murakami walked out for a moment, followed by the yuri editor, who turned and glared at Kisa before exiting. The man returned and addressed Shouta. "I have tickets to the ballet this Saturday, are you okay with accompanying me? I'll understand if it's not your thing."

Kisa looked at his senpai and nodded. As he did so, he noticed Fukushima scowling at him and shaking her head no in the window before she walked off. He sensed a little bit of dread in that imposing look, but ignored it in favor of accepting his senpai's offer. No, ballet wasn't really his thing, but being with the slightly older and utterly gorgeous man was.

"Sure Murakami-senpai, I would be happy to go with you."

The older man clapped Kisa on the back with a toothy grin. "Great, it's a date! I'll pick you up around three; we can get a bite and chat before the opening."

Kisa nodded and blushed. Only a day since running into the man again and already he had a date. The day may have started out odd, but it was sure shaping up to be much better than expected.