Alright the second installment of Serious Business! I'm so grateful to everyone who's reviewed the story so far. I made me so happy!

Pairing: Akihiko/Misaki

Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Misaki couldn't believe his luck

He was sitting in the emergency room, waiting for his name to be called. The hard plastic chair he was sitting on was causing a slow ache in his lower back, and the dark aura emanating from the man beside him was making him edgy.

Usagi-san was not at all pleased to learn that his lover had felt ill for a few weeks without saying anything to him. Misaki had never seen him this mad. Usually, when Usagi-san was upset with him, the older man immediately began chewing him out. But now they were sitting in a silence so heavy, it was making it hard for Misaki to breathe. Each breath sounded like a gunshot, and the brunette was terrified of what would happen when the silence ended.

He had a feeling it was just the calm before the storm.

Misaki began glancing around, trying to distract himself. The hospital seemed busy. There were a couple of kids, probably siblings, playing in the corner beside a blonde woman who seemed distinctly stressed. Another woman was cradling her wrist to her chest, wincing. A man near the reception desk was holding a bloody rag to his forehead-Misaki looked away, his stomach roiling. He couldn't hold back the small gagging sound he made.

Usagi-san looked over at him sharply, his face still set in a disapproving expression; an expression that lightened considerably when he saw the nauseated look o Misaki's face, the way the green-eyed boy had raised his hand to cover his mouth. The older man leaned towards him slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, eyes intent on Misaki's face. His lover nodded, though he still looked slightly queasy, and lowered his hand. He refused to look Usagi-san in the face.

The older man sighed. "Misaki," he began, "why-"

"Takahashi-san?"

Misaki looked up at the sound of his name, grateful for the distraction. A pretty nurse in pink scrubs was standing at an exam room door, holding a clipboard. Misaki stood, and heard Usagi-san give an irritated huff. The older man did not like to be interrupted.

The nurse smiled at the pair. "I'll need you to come this way, please," she requested politely, holding the door open for them. They entered obediently. The exam room wasn't large by any means. There was a medium-sized exam table, a sink where the doctor could wash his hands, an extra chair for family members to sit on, and a stack of children's books. The walls were painted green with a happy panda motif. Misaki's eyebrow twitched.

"Please take a seat, Takahashi-san," the nurse said, indicating the exam table with a wave of her hand. "I'll be back in a moment to take your temperature and blood pressure," she added. She left, closing the door quietly behind herself.

And Misaki suddenly found himself alone in an enclosed space with a very irate Usagi-san. Crap.

Akihiko couldn't help but glare as Misaki settled himself on the exam table. He knew he should probably be comforting his lover, but he was just so mad. He couldn't understand why Misaki hadn't told him he was feeling ill. This had been going on for weeks, according to the boy. How could Misaki keep something like this from him? Was he that untrustworthy? His lips pulled down into a frown, and he glanced surreptitiously at his lover.

Misaki was perched on the edge of the table, his legs dangling, his folded hands resting between his knees. He was slumped slightly forward, and his bangs hung down into his face. His abnormally pale face. Akikhiko's frown deepened. It was true that Misaki was naturally very fair-skinned, but that skin had acquired a pasty, unhealthy cast. The boy's green eyes were flicking around the room (avoiding his gaze, probably), and the older man could just barely see the beginnings of bruise-like circles underneath them.

He felt a twinge of guilt.

He should have noticed this before, should have recognized how worn-out his lover was looking lately. Instead he'd gone on, completely oblivious to Misaki's suffering, harassing the boy at every turn, forcing him to cook and clean while Akihiko turned a blind eye. And Misaki had let him believe that everything was fine! Yes, Akihiko should have noticed sooner, he wasn't denying that; but Misaki should have told him that something was wrong! He hadn't though, and now Akihiko was stuck trying to figure out why.

He sucked in a breath, deciding to ask the boy himself. He'd just opened his mouth when the nurse came bustling in. Again with all the damn interruptions! He growled, and Misaki's gaze shot to him nervously before he returned to watching the nurse. Akihiko moved a bit closer to them as the nurse stuck a thermometer in his ear. She pull it out when it beeped, and cheerfully announced that there was no fever; Akihiko let out a breath that he hadn't known he'd been holding. She then proceeded to stick a blood pressure cuff around his arm, record the numbers, and walk back towards the door. "The doctor will be coming to see you in just a moment, Takahashi-san," she said brightly, closing the door behind herself.

Akihiko immediately turned to Misaki. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he demanded. He had to get the words out before someone else could butt in.

Misaki gave a little start, apparently surprised. His eyes went from walls to floor to lover and back. "I didn't think it mattered that much," he mumbled eventually.

He nearly blew a gasket. "Didn't think it mattered? Of course it mattered!" He resisted the urge to shout. "Your health matters, Misaki!"

"I know it does!" his lover retorted. He was blushing, though his green eyes were narrowed in a glare. "But I was taking care of it, Usagi-san. I had an appointment to go to a clinic in a few days. I was going to-"

"Going to what, Misaki?" he inquired, eyebrows raised. "Sneak your medicine in? Keep going without saying anything until you collapsed?" He took a sharp breath, trying to ignore the faint panic that mental image brought him. "You should have told me," he continued in a tight voice.

His lover stared at the floor. His hair shadowed his eyes so that Akihiko couldn't see their expression. "I didn't want to worry you," he said quietly. He hesitated for a moment, and then he whispered, "I hate being the one taken care of."

Akihiko softened. He knew that Misaki was an independent person. His attempts to ditch his lover was proof enough of that. He must have felt so embarrassed and helpless to be the one needing care. He moved forward to wrap his arms around his lover, tucking the boy's hed under his chin. He could feel slight tremors wracking the boy's frame. "I know," he murmured, dropping a kiss to Misaki's soft dark head. "You'll be fine."

And that wa how the doctor found them, ten minutes later.

Wow, another chapter done. I must be working overtime.

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