Akihiko would have defiantly preferred to be sitting, relaxed, on the expensive sofa that sat in front of him and not pacing the open floor of his apartment, biting nervously at his finger nails. He wasn't the type of person to get worked up about, well, anything. But the stone cold urgency and harsh tone in Takahiro's voice that echoed over the phone line made Akihiko's skin crawl. Had something happened to his son? Maybe his wife? Did he lose his job? Akihiko shook the thoughts from his head.

Luckily, Misaki wasn't home, so he didn't have to worry about his little brown haired lover seeing him in such a panicked mood.

The doorbell rang. Akihiko jumped before calming his nerves and brushing his hands on his shirt. He straitened his hair. Took a deep breath. Then opened the door, greeting Misaki's older brother with a smile and their usually routine. But something was, painfully out of place. The cold gaze of Takahiro's eye made Akihiko flinch and slowed his thoughts, killing his ability to come up with lies or excuses on the spot.

"Would you like something to drink? I put on some water a not to long ago?" Akihiko started out after both men took their seats on the previously mentioned couch and chair across the glass table. Akihiko bounced his leg nervously. The painful though of how out of character this was for him ate away at the back of his mind. Akihiko wished for Misaki's awkwardness to take not only his own thoughts, but also Takahiro's eyes, off of him. Oh forget this! He thought briefly before pulling a small pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket.

"No." Takahiro responded flat. Both looked away. Just seconds pasted before he spoke again, "I have something important to discuses with you." Takahiro looked around and over his shoulder, "Is Misaki home?"

"No he's out with a friend."

"Good."

Akihiko lifted an eyebrow. And lit a cigarette, breathing in the warm smoke, feeling it calm him; just a bit.

"I, I don't want Misaki to stay here any longer." Takahiro stated, clenching his fist. "I can't let this— this relationship of yours to go on any longer! It's just not healthy for someone like him."

Akihiko froze. "E-excuse me?" the tip of his cigarette crumbled into ashes, falling slowly to the carpet below his feet.

"I can't allow this! It's just not, not, okay! Just think of the differences in your ages, and you're an old friend of mine. To think!" Takahiro stood up, enraged. If there was anything that continued to surprise Akihiko, it would be takahiros amazing ability to be completely strait forward. About, the strangest things. "For that reason I will be taking Misaki back, to live in a healthy family environment."

"Takahiro wait."

"And this time there wont be any lies, or stories, to change my mind. To think that I have been this ignorant this whole time!"

Lightheaded, Akihiko placed his cigarette down in the ash tray. His eyes wide and head spinning. The whole room crashed down around him.

"Misaki can come here this afternoon to pack, but that's it! Nothing more. Nothing less." Takahiro started off to the door, "Considering that you were one of by best friends, I wont make any moves towards the media, but take my warning, I always can. And if you do anything to Misaki or the rest of my family…" his sentence trailed off, fading into an empty threat.

Akihiko sat, petrified. This wasn't like Takahiro, but a faint feeling lingered in his mind. A memory of one of Takahiro's past friends, no girlfriends, who lied to him about her family situation. How could I have been so stupid! He remembered the pure rage he witnessed from his friend after the truth had been reveled. Forget a pet peav, Takahiro took an obsession when it comes to his loved ones lying. It was a mistake Akihiko promised he would never make; or so he thought.

"TAKAHIRO! Wait!" he finally jumped from his paralyzed stated on the couch, "Please, you don't understand, you can't just take him away from me!" The sheer pain and desperateness in his voice startled him, but Akihiko meant every word, "You just can't do that, Misaki is everything to me. I love him." He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his confession to sink in. The words seemed so different when they were said in front of someone besides Misaki.

"He's my little brother," Takahiro spoke quietly, "And all the family I have left, I wont allow you to hurt him."

The door closed slowly behind him. Leaving Akihiko alone, a smoking half cigarette in the ash tray. Long lines of silver smoke rose to the roof. Akihiko stumbled back down, on to the sofa, dropping his head in his hands. Trying to think through the past fifteen minutes of his life. The room spun around him.

What gave them away? What will change his mind? What will he say when Misaki gets home?

An aching feeling rippled through Akihiko, a feeling no number of cigarettes could change.