hehehe uh...sorry? o.o I know it's been a year D: but here it is? yay? TT_TT thankyou for being patient, I'll get this finished up i promise

Usagi-san flew through traffic, not caring for the laws that he was so obviously breaking. He knew that even if the cops were to try and pull him over he would keep going.

Misaki

His mind was on a loop, the one word playing over and over, his name, the only thing that mattered. Misaki, Misaki...what had happened to him? How badly was he hurt? What if he was dying? What if he was too late and Misaki was already...

The speedometer rose another ten.

He sped down the road, not caring for his own safety of the safety of others. If Misaki was in the car with him he would be freaking out, then again Usagi-san would never be so reckless with Misaki.

It wasn't long before Usagi-san pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, parking in the handicap spot and not caring about the ticket he would get, he left the keys in the ignition and ran into the building.

His sudden entrance made the nurse at the desk jump in surprise, but when she saw who it was, she quickly smiled graciously and moved from around the desk to greet him.

"You must be-

"What room?" Usagi-san cut her off quickly, not bothering to even feign interest or politeness. Reputation be damned, he wanted Misaki.

"Oh...uh...102 but-

Without waiting for the nurse to finish he sentence Usagi-san bolted down the hallway in the direction she had indicated. He didn't have to look at the rooom number to know which one was Misaki's because that infuriating boy was standing outside the door blocking his way.

"You can't go in there yet." Sempai said, blocking the door with his entire body.

"Move." Usagi-san said in a menacing voice so that Sempai cringed and fought the urge to comply.

"The doctor is still seeing to him, wait." Sempai stared down Usagi-san until the latter backed off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "He's conscious and breathing, the doctor's just making sure everything is okay." Usai-san felt as if a weight had been lifted off of him, but the pressure on his chest was still there. He knew it wouldn't go away until he held Misaki in his arms.

"What happened?" He asked once he had calmed down sufficiently so that he could ask without sounding desperate.

"There was a fire, the classroom filled with smoke and Misaki inhaled some if it." Sempai himself coughed a but, his eyes watering from the strain.

Usagi-san glanced towards the door nervously as he heard a cough from inside that clearly belonged to Misaki. He shifted anxiously towards the door, silently begging it to open. When it finally did, a middle aged man carrying a clipboard stepped out, looking Usagi-san up and down.

"You're the boy's guardian." He didn't ask it as a question but Usagi-san nodded anyway. "He has nothing seriously wrong with him, but something could develop over time. He should rest in bed for a few days, drink plenty of water, and not do anything too strenuous." The doctor signed his name to the bottom of the paper on his clipboard lazily and ripped it off, handing it to Usagi-san. "If anything happens bring him in."Usagi-san took the paper and moved past the doctor into the room he had come from.

His eyes immediately found Misaki sitting on the bed on the left side of the room. Misaki looked up at him and Usagi-san felt his heart wrench. He looked tired, more than that his skin seemed to habe a sickly parlour. His eyes looked sunken and there were bags under his eyes though Usagi-san reminded himself that he had kept Misaki up the night before.

"Usagi-san..." Misaki's voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears, Usagi-san could barely stand it.

"Misaki." Usagi-san pulled Misaki into an embrace, holding him tightly and found himself trying not to cry himself. He felt Misaki's arms come around him to hold him back and his heart felt a little lighter. Usagi-san was the first to let go this time, wanting to get Misaki back home as soon as possible.

"Let's go home, Misaki." Usagi-san said, offering him a hand for Misaki to take and stand up with. A look of extreme exhaustion came over Misaki that made Usagi-san quickly dip down and pick Misaki up bridal style, walking out the door despite his protests.

Misaki protested a little but really he was thankful that Usagi-san was carrying him. He felt as if he would pass out in his arms, but knew he couldn't at that moment; worry and fear radiated off of Usagi-san, giving Misaki the urge to comfort and reassure him. Until he saw where Usagi-san had parked the car.

"You parked in the handicap spot." Misaki noted, his tone disapproving as he glanced at the sports care sitting illegally in the spot, a ticket hanging from the windshield wiper. Usagi-san shrugged and walked around to place Misaki in the passenger seat. The door opened automatically and Misaki glared at Usagi-san. "You left it unlocked?" Usagi-san only shrugged again and moved around to get in his side. Misaki noticed the keys in the ignition and stared at him incredulously. "You left the keys in the car? What were you thinking? Someone could have stolen-

"Misaki." Usagi-san cut him off, Misaki noticed how tense Usagi-san was and immediately shutup. "Do you think I care? Do you think I cared about anything but you?" Misaki couldn't answer, so he just stared some more. Suddenly Usagi-san turned the full force of his penetrating eyes on him and Misaki felt his body heating up. Usagi-san leaned in until his face was barely an inch from Misaki's. "I needed to know you were okay." Misaki couldn't bare the heartbreak in Usagi-san's voice and closed the distance between them, placing his lips gently against Usagi-san's.

"I am okay, Usagi-san." Misaki said when he pulled back, suddenly feeling pleasantly warm and sleepy. Usagi-san smiled, petting Misaki's hair and he started the engine. Soon it had lulled Misaki to sleep, allowing him to ignore the pressure his lungs were feeling every time Misaki tried to take a breath

There is another chapter to come, actually i had planned a few more, I'll do my best -.-"