The Results are In

Shortly after Nowaki had finished helping the leaders of the orphanage put away the groceries the three of them, Akihiko, Hiroki and he had departed for a nearby laboratory with the capability of DNA testing. It was a lucky thing that Usami-chichi had given his son Akihiko a swab of cheek cells and a vial of his blood, kept safely in a cooling box in order to have his DNA information on hand for the lab.

There seemed to be no way that any of the Usami's trusted anyone else other than family with the precious data that could be obtained through that which held the genetic makeup of Usami Fuyuhiko. It was one of the few things on which both brothers and their father agreed upon, a rare thing indeed.

Hiroki truly didn't know why he had had to come along at all, perhaps to keep Akihiko company, or perhaps, because Akihiko might not have realized who Nowaki might be to him without he himself having been there. It wasn't that his childhood friend was an idiot, but he simply didn't pay all that much attention to things if they were of zero interest to him. Like his feelings for the man whom in turn loved another man. It was too depressing to think of that now. He didn't think there would ever come a day when Akihiko turned to him, to come to love him. If only Akihiko had never met Takahiro he wondered if there might have been a chance for the two of them.

He was disturbed however by eyes as deep a blue as that of the ocean boring into him. His brows furrowed deeper in annoyance as he snapped, arms crossed over in front of himself as he leaned back in one of the chairs available in the waiting room as he snapped, "What is your problem!? Don't you know its rude to stare at people!?"

Nowaki blinked, "I'm sorry, but I can't help it..." he trailed off, elbow against the arm of the chair, hand over his mouth as he cast his gaze away from Hiroki. Inevitably however his eyes were drawn back to the brunette.

Hiroki picked up a magazine on a nearby table and threw it at Nowaki, "Stop staring!"

The two looked up as Akihiko approached them, sitting down a seat away from Nowaki and across from Hiroki. "They said it'd be about another hour before the results arrive."

For the moment the two other men whom had come along to the clinic were distracted by Akihiko.

Hiroki crossed his arms in front of him as he leaned back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. "Really? Didn't they say that exactly an hour ago?"

Nowaki spoke up, "Sometimes this place can get rather busy and they have more important things to do besides DNA testing."

Akihiko frowned, "I don't know what could be more important than finding out whether you and I are related."

Dark lashes fluttered over deep ocean blue irises, "Helping the sick?"

Hiroki had to agree with Kusama Nowaki's logic, nodding his head, "That's right Bakahiko, don't forget this place is trying to save lives and isn't just meant for the use of the great Usami family."

The fair haired novelist while tapping the fingers of one hand on the arm rest said, "I'll just offer them fifty thousand yen to speed this process up then."

The cinnamon eyed literature junior student of Teito University shook his head, "You can't bribe them, although I'm sure they'd be more than willing to take the offer since clinics are always in need of new equipment."

Nowaki had turned to gaze at Akihiko, "That's a lot of money to try and use just to take an hours worth of waiting off, and I wouldn't feel right that you offer hard earned money for something we can find out in just one more hour."

Russet eyes and violet eyes met before the two men the sixteen year old had come with burst out into gales of laughter. Or at least Hiroki scoffed while Akihiko chuckled softly, hand held over his mouth.

Hiroki took a deep breath before turning to gaze at Nowaki, "Obviously you're out of the loop on just who the Usami's are, which is pretty bizarre since they're so well known due to running what one might call a conglomerate empire, the Usami Corporation."

Akihiko, "Hiroki, you didn't need to tell him anything," he frowned.

Nowaki, "Oh..." he had no clue what to say. "I have a number of friends who are C.E.O.'s and presidents of companies. I don't see them any differently as from the average person walking on the streets, although they are considerably older." They were actually people whom he'd at one time worked part-time for during breaks. Last year when he'd finished junior high he'd dropped out of school to pick up even more part-time jobs.

Hiroki arched a brow, wondering what kind of person Nowaki was and he was only sixteen.

Akihiko on the other hand actually smiled, but then why wouldn't he thought Hiroki, since if Nowaki was indeed Akihiko's younger half-brother he didn't sound a thing like his old man or his older half-brother.

Yet none of them could think of anything else to say, although Hiroki was beginning to get annoyed yet again as the minutes ticked on by and the sixteen year old brat wouldn't stop fucking staring at him! Apparently the overly tall and still growing kid was unphased by his scowling, frowning countenance or the threat of having yet another magazine thrown at him.

Just as Hiroki was about to pick something up and haul it off in Nowaki's direction, especially since Akihiko was gazing from Nowaki to Hiroki with a smirk on his face, one of the nurses stepped out from one of the doors. "Usami and Kusama?"

Akihiko stood up, as did Nowaki after a dazed moment. The hour of truth had finally arrived. Violet eyes turned to the shortest of the men who'd arrived together, "Are you going to come along Hiroki?"

The future assistant professor shook his head, "No, you go ahead Akihiko, you can tell me afterward."

Russet eyes watched as one childhood friend and one annoying brat who had the audacity to continue staring even after having been told it was rude walk off together. Together to learn whether or not their past and futures were intertwined or whether or not it was no more than a fluke, a number of coincidences or if that woman in the letter had lied.

The silver haired man stood in the center of the room with the darker haired man with the navy undertone not far from him as the doctor whom held the test results gazed at the two of them.

Nowaki felt as though his hands had begun to turn slightly clammy while Akihiko longed to take a long drag of one of his cigarettes, but he had none on him - currently.

The doctor pulled the sheet out of the manila envelope so as to keep the document safe from any possible prying eyes. "Kusama Nowaki is with ninety-nine point eight percent certainty the son of one Usami Fuyuhiko and therefore your brother Usami-kun."

Akihiko frowned, "Why isn't it one-hundred percent certain?"

"It rarely ever comes out as one-hundred, but its so close it might as well be, if you round the digits up."

Nowaki himself was too stunned to even speak, much less move when all was said and done. Akihiko didn't seem that shocked, but for Nowaki this was a whole knew playing field and he wasn't sure what to do.

The doctor helped Nowaki out of the room, following the poker faced Akihiko back out to the waiting room where Kamijou Hiroki awaited their return.

Hiroki stood up, about to ask, when Akihiko held up his hand and said, "I have a little brother, but we're going to keep him away from Haruhiko and my Father. He's moving in with you."