Chapter 2

After relieving his wounded pride in the bathroom, Misaki trudged sullenly down the steps to find Usagi typing rapidly at the table. "Since when is he so in to meeting his deadline on time?" he wondered to himself as he opened the fridge to get breakfast prepared.

Completely lost in thought, Misaki was only vaguely aware of what he was doing. He put his hand on the pan handle to keep it steady while he turned the bacon, but leaned on it too hard in his absent-mindedness, and the grease slid down the pan and washed all over his hand.

"AH!" he cried out in pain, and jerked his hand back quickly.

The novelist's head snapped up at his lover's cry, and ran quickly to the younger boy's aid. He grabbed a hold of Misaki's hand, turned on the faucet, and shoved the boy's hand under the running water, remembereing what to do from his numerous incidents of pouring hot coffee into the wrong glass and having it explode. "Misaki!" he exclaimed. "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital? Should I call someone?"

The questions were endless as Misaki tried his best to regain his composure. "Usagi-san, I'm fine!" he managed to interject. "I was just surprised is all."

The older boy stared down at his lover's face, which was beet red and streaked with tears. He grabbed the teary boy by the arm, avoiding his injured hand, and pulled him into a hug.

"I was so scared." He whispered. "I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt."

"Ah, it's the same Usagi-san." Misaki thought, a wave of relief washing over him as he shut his eyes and breathed in Usagi's scent.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pushed away. He looked up and saw Usagi's face coming closer to his. "He's going to kiss me!" he realized, and closed his eyes in anticipation.

Usagi had leaned in to grab the first aid kit that had been on the shelf behind Misaki's head. When he pulled back, he looked down to find Misaki's eyes closed and his face scrunched up. "Misaki?" he asked, hesitantly. The younger boy's eyes snapped open and he looked up in confusion. "Are you sure you're alright?" he continued with a concerned look spreading across his face.

Misaki looked down and saw the first aid kit in Usagi's hand. Realizing what happened, his face got even redder, this time, from embarrassment.

"Aha...haha...Uh, yeah, I'm fine!" he laughed, his face burning. "Uh, here! I'll do it myself!"

He grabbed the kit and, before Usagi could say anything, ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Oh my Goooooooood!" he yelled in his head, sliding down the back of the door and falling into a sitting position on the floor. "How could I be so stupid!"

8 hours later

When Misaki finally came out of the bathroom with his hand wrapped up, Usagi had already drifted up to his office. He didn't come out for lunch, so Misaki left a tray of food outside the office door. When it came to be the time to make dinner, Misaki opened the refrigerator to find it almost completely empty. "Oh." he said to himself. "I forgot I was supposed to go shopping today." He put his coat on and started to leave, but stopped, and looked towards the steps.

"I should ask Usagi-san what he wants for dinner."

He walked up the steps and into the office to find Usagi sitting at his desk typing, the empty tray on the floor by his chair. Misaki approached, cautiously, and started to ask his question.

"Usagi-san, I'm going to the store now. What would y-"

"Sorry, Misaki." Usagi said, cutting the boy off. "Could you please leave the room for now? I want to finish this by dinner."

Misaki froze. His mouth was still open in mid-sentence as Usagi continued to type away. He shut his mouth and lowered his head, fighting the urge to burst into tears.

"Fine." he choked out, and ran from the room, down the steps, and out the door.

"What's going on?" he thought, shocked, running down the concrete hill that led up to their apartment. The pounding of his footsteps and the wind blowing across his face made it impossible for the hurt boy to contain his tears any longer. His vision blurred as the tears escaped his eyes. So much, so, that he couldn't see he was running straight towards on-coming traffic. Just as he stepped foot on the curb, he turned his head when he heard someone scream:

"MISAKI-KUN!"

End Chapter 2

Author's note: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! ^^ I'm hoping to update every other day depending on my situation. Tomorrow I plan to update on my first story 'Can't Put a Price on Me.' Please review and let me know what you think! :) ~Yayoi Kei