Ok, sorry about my first chapter of this story, I deleted it and edited the unneeded parts where I dedicated little lines to my friends or yelled at my readers. Sorry. But, you all must thank sootynsweep for pointing this out to me. I just realized that when you press shift and eight, you don't get the star in your writing, so it threw a lot of people off. OK! you can read your perverted little yaoi story now!

"S-sorry," Misaki stuttered. The boy in front of him grimaced and stood up on his own, not bothering to take a second glance at Misaki. Misaki's first thoughts on the kid were that he was a snob, had a cold heart, and probably had no love life. He stood up on his own anyway.

"You should be," he answered. Misaki was taken aback. A kid about one or two years younger than him had just been very rude to a stranger he just ran into. That annoyed him.

"Hey, you ran into me," Misaki defended lightly. The kid looked unchanged. What was with this guy?

"Misaki!" Misaki looked to his left to see Akihiko-sama running towards him. He looked at him confused.

"Shinobu!" The boy, Shinobu, looked to his left side and saw his lover running towards him.

Misaki cringed when Usagi-sama grabbed his wrist in a tight grip. His hand fell cold due to the lack of blood circulating through. He tried to break free from the tight hand, asking in a whisper why he was acting so weird.He saw the strained face that Akihiko-sama held. It was almost sad. He looked angry and depressed and defeated all together. That was a face that you wouldn't imagine Usagi-sama to pull off.

"What was that Shinobu?" The light yell came from behind Misaki. Misaki caught the last baffled face of Shinobu while he was pulled through an alley way by Usagi-sama.

"Usagi-san! What're you-?" Usagi's lips came down furiously on Misaki's. Misaki froze for a moment, struck in awe by the movement. Finally he turned away with a heavy blush ripping across his face. "Usagi-san!" Misaki accused. Akihiko-sama didn't listen to his angered cries and duplicated his actions. Misaki didn't enjoy this one bit. If someone, anyone either of them had known, caught them like this, it was prone to gossip.

Misaki ripped his face and wrists from Usagi-sama's tight and defensive grip. He wiped his lips like any straight man would. The kiss, he thought, was equal to spilling poison down his throat. Usagi-sama wasn't done with his reasons though. He pulled Misaki close to his body with a low growl rumbling from his chest. Misaki froze in fear. What was Usagi-sama doing?

"Who was that?" Usagi-sama asked. Misaki was confused.

"What?" Misaki began, "I don't know, we just ran into each other-."

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Akihiko-sama interrupted.

"I did!" Misaki yelled angrily, "Whether or not you were awakeisn't my fault!" He turned around in Usagi-sama's embrace. His face was angry. Usagi-sama bore a stare down blankly. His story seemed unfortunately true. The way Misaki was so angry, though, it madeAkihiko-sama feel wary. He knew that he was going to encounter that man again. He knew that fate had chosen them Usagi-sama and Misakito be together, and that every great fate (fatal) novel had a dramatic twist in its climax. Usagi-sama let go and dropped his arms to his sides.

"Fine," he answered disdainfully. Misaki felt a hole in chest appear. It consumed a fistful of his heart, which wasn't much comparing to the heart he believed he contained. He shouldn't've been so straight forward and short tempered towards Usagi-sama. Misaki turned around with a sigh. Apologizing was something he had mastered by now. Say a few words and let Usagi-sama embrace him once more. It was like part of their daily schedule.

"I'm sorry Usagi-san," Misaki apologized looking up into Usagi-sama's eyes. Usagi looked away. Misaki made an inner gasp. That wasn't what happened.

"Let's go," he answered walking out of the alley. Misaki felt the hole rip deeper, dying the loving emotions that were supposed to fill this day. Misaki wondered why he cared. It was just Usagi-sama... his eyes dropped. Just Usagi-sama.

Later that Day

"Usagi!" Misaki called, making sure he didn't do anythign to upset him. "Usagi-san! What do you want to eat?" It was close to seven o'clock, usually when Misaki cooked dinner. He took out a tomato and washed it gently. He wasn't really sure what he wanted, but if he didn't answer soon he'd just make something out of random memory. "Usag-!" Misaki started to call again, until a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

Misaki dropped his precious tomato in fright and shivered as the hot breath whispered, "Let's go out for dinner tonight." Misaki felt his stomach tremble and his arms shake. It wasn't that he wasn't used to the close touches that Usagi-sama gave out, but he was already imagining something like their first date. A high-class dinner for two in a personal room with a fire and rosy lovey-dovey room. He face fell blank.

"I have no say in this do I?" Misaki asked. Usagi-sama laughed as he jingled the car keys in his ear.

"You're finally getting the gist of it Misaki," he breathed coolly taking Misaki's wrist and pulling him through the kitchen. Misaki's face reddened.

"Wait! Usagi! I'm not wearing the right clothing for a dinner," Misaki glanced down ot his white t-shirt and jeans. Usagi-sama laughed again and hissed in his ear.

"Trust me, it's perfect where we're going," and with that, the left for the cherry red sports car.