YAY! Chapter 2! Enjoy!! ^-^

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Little Misakis Ch.2(Needles and Peanut Butter~)

Misaki grumbled, slamming the fridge for about the third time. His stomach was a mess and he felt like nothing but peanut butter. Of course that wasn't really the problem, there just wasn't any kind of dinner dish that consisted of it. Well, of Misaki's knowledge anyway. The only dish the brunette even knew of was a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He wasn't that fond of western foods, but that's all he seemed to be craving. Just the sight of rice made him sick to his stomach and he never wanted to see another eggplant again...

"Misaki?"

Usagi-san walked casually into the spacious living room, a questioning look on his face.

"Is something bothering you? I've been a bit worried, because you've been awful pale lately."

"I'm fine; I just can't decide what to make for dinner..."

"Misaki, I know something's wrong, please talk to me."

"Nothing's wrong! Quit being so inquisitive!!"

"Dear, I'm you lover, and I love you very much, it's my job to be inquisitive!"

"Just leave me alone, Usagi-san! I'm fine!"

"Misaki," he quickly pulled the brunette into a strong hug. "Please, tell me what's wrong. You've been acting a bit strange lately...like how you said you've been taking an extra long shower every morning. I really doubt that, sure the water's running but I hear the toilet flush many more times that just once or twice."

Misaki squirmed slightly, "Hey! Why the hell are you standing outside the bathroom door, when I'm using it?? BAKA USAGI!"

"I-it's not like that...I just thought I heard you throwing u-"

"I WAS NOT!!!" The teen turned red instantly, glaring daggers at the older man.

"So you were! That's it, you're going to the doctor and you're going to explain all this to me, right now."

Misaki sighed in defeat, "...Fine..."

"Okay, Takahashi-san, you've been throwing up almost every morning for the past two months, and have had the strangest cravings, along with extreme crankiness." The doctor stated, writing most of it down in scribble notes on his clipboard. Misaki scowled at the last symptom that Usagi-san had mentioned, but nodded nonetheless.

"And you've gained a strange seven pounds as well..." he pushed up his glasses, "Well, if you were a woman, I would immediately suspect that you were pregnant, but you're obviously male, making that diagnosis impossible. I'll take some blood tests, if you would come this way Takahashi-san. Usami-san can accompany you if you would like."

Misaki rose and shuddered, ever since he was a child he'd had a terrible phobia of needles. He definitely couldn't squirm and flinch ever time the needle got near his pale skin. Nor did he want to be a bother to the doctor.

"U-usagi-san..." the brunette whimpered looking up at his lover.

"Hmm?" He answered, clasping his hand firmly around Misaki's.

"I'm a l-little afraid of needles..."

The Usami smiled, tightening his grip, "I'll ask for a butterfly needle, don't worry sweetie."

Misaki smiled back, letting go of Akihiko's hand and walking to sit on a small chair from where his blood would be taken. The doctor quickly disinfected the area, and tied that uncomfortable, tight rubber thing(1) around the teen's upper arm. He put a small rubber ball in his hand, "Squeeze as tight as you can."

The brunette nodded and did so, shaking slightly. "Misaki, don't look at the needle; look at me, " Usagi-san said, gazing into his lover's teary, emerald orbs. He nodded looking straight at Akihiko as he felt the sharp needle prick his arm. The brunette bit his lip as a stray tear fell down his soft cheek. He wanted to jerk up and run away, but he had to stay still, or it would hurt worse. Several seconds later, the needle was removed and replaced with a cotton ball and a piece of tape to hold it in place. Misaki whimpered and kept his arm out, refusing to bend it.

"Okay the results should be in, in 1-3 days. I'll call you when I get them." The doctor said smiling, "And Takahashi-san, your arm will get very stiff if you don't bend it."

The teen immediately attempted to bend it, trying to avoid any other pain. He cringed as he straightened it back out again, giving up.

"Come on Misaki, let's go."

He held onto his lover's other hand as they walked out. Whenever the brunette was in pain, the only thing he wanted was his lover to be as near as possible.

"Usagi-san...It hurt really bad..." Misaki murmured as they got into Akihiko's red sports car.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he whispered kissing his lips softly. "But please, try to bend your arm or it'll hurt worse later." Usagi-san said, gently bending his arm for him.

"There, does that hurt?"

Misaki shook his head; "I'll do it, Usagi-san."

The Usami smiled, then put his key into the ignition and began driving home, as the brunette straightened and bend, and straightened and bent his arm, carefully.

"Is it feeling better?" he asked, intertwining his fingers with his little lover's.

"A little..." the teen murmured, just to get extra attention from Usagi-san. Akihiko leaned over to kiss the tip of Misaki's cute nose.

BAKA WATCH THE ROAD!!" the brunette squealed jerking his hurt arm slightly. He winced and bent it, then straightened it, continuing his exercise.

Usagi-san smirked, "You know you can stop that now? You can also take off that cotton ball as well." Misaki cringed pulling up the edge of the super sticky tape. He bit his lip as he watched his skin being stretched as he finally removed it from the first side of the cotton ball. Then he started with the other side, wincing and whimpering until the tape and cotton ball were finally removed.

"That hurt...." Misaki whined, rubbing the red area lightly.

"I certainly heard that..." Akihiko murmured, "There are times when you're whining is cute," he smirked, "and other times when it's not."

"Well, YOU didn't just have blood taken, DID you?" the brunette said scowling. "...Whatever we're home."

The man smirked, roughing up Misaki's hair affectionately.

"BAKA USAGI!!" he yelled, following his lover inside.

"Misaki, what do you want for lu-"

"Peanut butter and jelly!" he said running for the cabinet to get his current favorite food, which would probably change in a matter of a few days.

"You're going to turn into a freakin' peanut butter and jelly sandwich...this is the fifth one today..."

"Aaaaand?" the brunette questioned, lugging about 1/4th of the jar of peanut butter onto one slice of bread.

"Misaki, that's way too much pea-"

"Says you, you're not the craving strange crap."

Usagi-san sighed, giving up. Not look to see the mountain of jelly that was piled onto the other slice of bread.

"I just don't know how you eat that mess..."

"You don't have to know," the teen murmured taking a large bite of his sandwich.

"Well, you've been pretty bitchy since we got home, what's bothering you?"

"Nmmhmmmmm..." Misaki took another large bite into his already full mouth. Suddenly the phone rang; Usagi-san answered it because the brunette was in no way possible of speaking at the moment.

"Hello?"

"Hi, yes this is Dr. Irigaki....can I see you, and Takahashi-san in my clinic....immediately."

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